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Searching for a Traveston || Riley & Cait

Caitlin had been very tight lipped the last day she had stayed at Riley's. The blonde wasn't sure why she had exactly, but she just didn't seem to say much or do much. She may as well be in a coma for all Riley knew. Cait slept, and stared, asked for painkillers, went to the bathroom, and repeated the process. Not even stopping to eat. 

           Her body seemed to ache more now than it had yesterday. Much like whiplash struck you the day after the accident, Cait was finding new sore parts of her body so she dared move anything. At least the headache had somehow settled down leaving a dull, heaviness in its wake.

          Riley seemed to be worried that she would hurt herself in her sleep. It was explainable since she had fallen off of the bed, and had been waking from nightmares through out the night and day yesterday. Caitlin was growing used to waking up with him keeping an eye on her. It settled her almost immediately.

          Those nightmares still revolved around the same situation. Differing ever so slightly each time. One time he didn't leave the room, another he didn't stop beating her until she woke, yet they all had the constant; Caitlin was petrified and injured in every one.

           Cait woke up from such a nightmare with a start. Her green eyes flew open, her heart was racing, and the woman lurched upwards in the bed. It wasn't the best idea for the bruises on her ribs and stomach but it was too late. Tears had pooled in her eyes, she looked to the side of the bed Riley had been occupying, a little bewildered when she found him missing from it.

          She sucked in a few breaths to calm herself before deciding to move. Her legs weren't the strongest at the second, but they were better than they were yesterday at least. Caitlin moved aside the blanket from the bed and let her feet rest over the side. After another deep breath her hands pushed against the mattress and up she stood. Still for a moment, Cait tested out her legs, looking to them as if she were frustrated with herself. She knew she couldn't stand there forever, so after a huff the blonde moved them. Slowly trekking down the hall to see if Riley had fallen asleep in his work room. 

           When she got there the room was void of life other than her own. Blueprints were spread on the worktop, much like those small pieces she had collected the day Caitlin had cleaned up Riley's home. The difference being that these were in tact and pristine from what she could judge. Her green hues glanced over the drawings in fascination, one hand fingering over the sheet, the other arm hung around her waist like it were almost broken.

           A noise from downstairs startled her, pulling Caitlin from her thoughts. She followed the sound out of the room on quiet, slow legs. Of course Riley had to be down the stairs. Her eyes rolled as she walked to the top of them, bracing herself with a mental countdown, then she took them one by one. From that moment forward Caitlin could only feel pain. Each step as she climbed down brought white dots to her eyes, her hand tensed around the banister of the stairs so tight her knuckles were white, and her breathing became something rougher and deeper, trying to stop herself from crying out with each step she was taking.

           Relief couldn't come soon enough when Cait found the bottom of the stairs. She paused for breath, staring at the floor before her great search for Riley Traveston began again. 

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Perks of the Job || Riley & Cait

          The list of bad things that happened to Cait at work was steadily growing. She hadn't seen Riley in over two weeks now, and it seemed that more than ever she was throwing herself into her job to deal with the stress and thoughts of it all. Still, that one name popped up in a text message from work and shivers shot straight down her spine.

          Working herself to no end was one thing, working with this guy was another in Caitlin's book. But, as she would tell herself constantly through the night, he paid well. Very well, in fact. Her rates for being tied and beaten a little were definitely more than the usual 'fuck and leave' job she had going. 

          Caitlin had plastered on her make-up, packed her bag, and found a revealing dress she knew he was fond of before heading out of the door and driving to the hotel. It wasn't one of the longest drives in the world. Before she knew it she was parking up in the hotel and heading to the reception to find her booked room.

          According to the woman at the desk her friend was already waiting for her. Cait took a steadying breath with a nod and headed to the correct location, certain that this was the last place she'd want to be.

          At this moment in time the blonde was sure she'd rather be back at Riley's place.

          The keycard slid into the door with a welcoming beep. Cait stepped inside to find the scumbag pouring them both glasses of wine. He smiled and carried them to meet her. Passing one to the blonde that Caitlin downed in an instant.  

          "Sweetheart, what's the rush, we have all night." He smiled to her, hand caressing her cheek. That was the last thing Caitlin remembered.

          That was the last thing Caitlin  w a n t e d  to remember, at least.

          Handcuffs. Whips. A blindfold Caitlin was thankful for so she didn't have to recognise this was what she was doing. Maybe, just maybe, if she thought hard enough she would be on a beach in the Bahamas, or a skiing lodge in the South of France.

          She bit onto her lip as everything happened, trying to just bare through it as best she could. Pain and pleasure was definitely not her sort of thing.

          "You don't seem like you're enjoying this." He informed her, almost as sweetly as before. Almost.

           Cait didn't grace it with a reply and before she knew it a strong slap met her cheek. "What the fuck?" She gasped out, ready to pull the blindfold off of her eyes. She couldn't from the restraints of handcuffs around her wrists. Cait tugged and tried but there they stayed, cutting off the blood circulation.

          "This is not the service I pay you for."

          "Well, frankly, this isn't the sort of service I give. So undo these handcuffs right now." She huffed, still fidgeting.

           She should have realised he had had more to drink than her. That one glass of wine to start the mood wasn't all destroying his liver tonight, but she hadn't really noticed until a second slap came, one so hard it echoed through the room and Cait was sure there was a small taste of blood from the corner of her lip.

           "I'm the master, remember?" His breath was hot, hitting against her nose and there it was. She could smell the ale resting on his breath. A lot of it as far as she could tell.

           "Panda." Cait muttered out the safety word, as if it would do anything to help her. It earned her another slap followed by a strong kick to the gut from a now fuming man.

          There wasn't much she could do until he had finished whatever his little game was. Caitlin lay on the floor and took it. Hits, kicks, punches, before he finally gave in and gave her exactly what her job was. It wasn't long before the scumbag was finished with her and tossed her aside like some sort of used condom—-which she was certain he had not used.

          Notes were flung in her direction before something grabbed a few other items and stormed from the hotel room, hopefully never to be seen again.

         The blonde stayed still for a time, ignoring the ache in just about every part of her body. She waited to see if he had really left and when she had processed that he indeed had she set about freeing herself. Her head scratched along the floor dull and heavily, repeated times until the blindfold slipped up her forehead and stuck onto blonde curls matted now with blood. Her eyes dared not open for fear of what she would see.

          One. Two. Three.

          Slowly they opened, creasing shut immediately from a pounding ache in her head of what Cait was certain would be a concussion. Squinting she glanced around the room, ignoring her pale legs that were folded beneath her, marred by bruises, and the few notes scattered about her form.

          When she spotted the glint of silver from beneath the bed it took all her will to force her aching body to scramble to it and then there was a very uncomfortable crane of her tied together wrists beneath the form before she clasped to the keys.

          A small cut lined the bruised wrists, Caitlin finally freeing the handcuffs hold off of them with very tricky fingers at an uncomfortable angle. She threw both to the side as if she were about to break down at any given moment.

          Caitlin huffed, a deep breath filled her lungs that made her wince from the stretch on bruised ribs. She shook her head, arms beginning to force her off of the floor, legs like jelly that would surely collapse at any second. She told herself that that could happen later, for now she just needed to get out of here incase the bastard decided to return.

          A scramble to find her bag began. Cait looked for a moment before spotting it on the other side of the bed. Slow, pain-filled steps carried her over to the over night bag. Picking it between nimble fingers with shaking hands. She set about dressing herself in the few odds and ends she had packed up before she had left her own home.

          It took quite a while before she managed to get the simple jeans and t-shirt over her form. Stretching was an issue enough, making herself stand was exhausting, and Cait was close to climbing into the bed and forgetting this situation had happened. Yet, she persevered. Soon enough the clothes were covering her battered form and off she left.

          Head down to the ground so no one would see the bruise on her cheek or the swell of the opposite eye. Swift steps lead her back into the car park, Caitlin headed to her car, keys primed and ready in her hand. She could still taste the tang of metallic blood on her lips, although surely it would match her red lipstick.

          Caitlin didn't question anything further. Collapsing into the drivers seat of her car, she simply threw the key into the ignition and left at top speed. Home was the only place she wanted to be then and there.

          Only ten minutes into the drive and she had to huff a little. One hand left the stirring wheel, touching the line of her forehead where it met her disheveled blonde curls to only bring it to her eyes. Fingertips marred with blood made her feel faint. The colour seemed to drain from her face and before she knew it she was slowing herself down to stop in front of Riley's home—-a good twenty minute drive before she was at her own.

          Sure, it was along the way to her own home from the hotel, and maybe she had thought about stopping here, but she never thought she actually would until she had done so. Frankly, she didn't think she could drive any further without causing an accident or something.

          The car died with the tug of her keys. Cait forced herself out of the car on weak legs over to the front door. Two deep breaths (and winces) later and her fist knocked against the wood of the door.

          She waited. Her back pressed into the wall, legs threatening to give way at any second. Cait tried to remain unaware as to how big a mess she looked, Riley had seen her worse, surely. All she needed was a two minute sit-down and she could be on her way home once more. If Riley didn't flip out, of course.

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All We Have Is Each Other || Riley & Cait

- obsolithe

Caitlin was worried to say the least. It was a pretty uncommon thing for her to do but, as Riley had already pointed out, Cait didn't really have anyone else that she cared about.

          Cared about. Did she honestly care about Riley Traveston? The asshole who thought he could buy the world and everything in it? If you had asked her about a week ago she'd have said he could rot in hell for all Caitlin cared. That was until he showed up, in the rain, holding a bunch of white tulips for her. Even then she hadn't been his biggest fan but Riley showed her a different side of him. It was a side that made Caitlin actually like him.

          It was a very baffling thing for the blonde but she tried to think nothing of it. Riley hadn't texted her back in days so she figured she should give him space. As always, Riley would simply come back.

          He did. He texted her and before she knew it Caitlin was rushing around her home to find her jacket. Throwing it on over her simple jeans and t-shirt, a make-up-less Caitlin grabbed her car keys, headed to the address Riley had given her.

          Somehow she began to question why she was doing this along her drive to his home, still intently following the satellite navigation's directions. Why did she suddenly care? Why was she going here when he was only about to shut her out?

          Maybe it was because of their messages to one another. Caitlin was there for him, he was there for her. Both dysfunctional, a little screwed up, but either way they had someone. In Caitlin's book it was for the first time in a very long while, since her father's Alzheimer's had struck that she did have someone around. Whether Riley was using this as a power-play or not, it was nice to think about in her mind.

           She tried to not seem panicked, or overly worried when she eventually reached the front door to Riley's home. Instead, Caitlin took a deep breath and slipped her phone from her pocket, sending Riley a quick text message.

       Cait: Knock knock...

       Cait: Try not to break a toe on the way to the door.

       Cait: I'm not really in the mood for a trip to the ER.

          She waited on bated breath, playing on the balls of her feet with green hues scanning the surroundings. One hand shoved into her jacket pocket, the other held onto the phone as if it were her lifeline. Cait wasn't aware she had been holding her breath until she began to try and pick up on sign of life in Riley's home. 

       Cait: If that fucking blob has gotten you, Riley - I swear.

         Caitlin waited a little more...

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The Student and the Call Girl || Riley & Cait

- obsolithe

          She had spent the last few weeks begging. Begging her boss not to fire her, begging the stupid fucking client Riley had had beaten up not to sue them, just doing generally anything she could to save her skin in this situation. It seemed to be going okay, as far as Caitlin knew. It wasn't the most ideal, she was virtually working for nothing at this moment. Just enough to pay for some rent here and there and a little food, but once the situation calmed back down she knew she'd be back on track once again. There was a thankfulness hanging over her; at least Riley hadn't truly fucked up her life.

          Yet.

          Caitlin had just finished cleaning up after a long night of working when Riley's text had came through. Her PJs seemed to hang a little loosely off of her, her hair was tied back tightly, and the woman looked vastly different without an ounce of make-up on her face. Not a bad kind of different, she was still rather stunning, it was just a good change. Cait heard the text tone come from her bedroom as she stood in the bathroom carefully eyeing up bruises on both her wrists; a lovely result of handcuffs thanks to her latest client.

          She walked through and picked it up expecting it to be another job or something similar, given they were working her for what seemed to be peanuts at that moment, she wouldn't put it past them working her endlessly around the clock too.

          It was when she read over the text that a furious breath left her lungs. Fists tightening at her sides. The phone was furiously flung onto her made bed, it bounced and fell to a rest just at her pillows.

          It had to be a joke, he had to be fucking winding her up.

          Caitlin walked to the  window of her bedroom that overlooked the driveway where her old mustang lay, slowly being covered by a sheet of rain. Riley was right, he'd be getting wet soon if he was here. She'd leave him out there to catch hypothermia and rot.

          When she looked outside there he was, a faint figure standing just by her door. Cait huffed blonde strands away from her face, the ones that had fallen loose of her pony tail. That was when guilt set in. Guilt and a whole fucking bunch of anger. Cait let quick steps carry her down the stairs of her home through to the front door in moments, and then she took off the chain and opened the lock, the door opened with a quickness, but stopped short of where she had placed her foot so he could not barge his way in. 

          "What the fuck do you want now? Come to throw a little more cash at me? Sorry, the strip club is down the street, take a left, and you'll find it. It has a ton of scumbags outside like you." Her green hues glared at him, her words dripped with venom and anger. Cait's hand tightened its hold on the front door, refusing to open it back any wider. If he wanted to stay he'd have to stand there and be soaked wouldn't he.

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Road Trips || Erika & Cait

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        Erika had been packing the last bits and bobs into her duffel bag for the road trip, when she heard the honk of her friend’s horn. It didn’t exactly surprise her that Caitlin hadn’t bothered ringing the doorbell instead. Rolling her eyes, she picked up her duffel bag and headed downstairs. Yelling something to alert those that were still in the house that she was leaving, she made her way to the door and stepped outside. 

       ”You just had to alert everyone of your presence didn’t you.” Erika commented, half-jokingly as she approached her friend’s car. Getting into the car, she threw her bag in the back. “Ringing the doorbell would’ve worked too, you know. It’s not like the doorbell’s broken or anything.” 

          Caitlin watched her friend climb into the car with a smile across her face. Her green eyes rolled as she popped her sunglasses back down. Waiting a moment before she twisted the key in the ignition. "Oh, c'mon, Erika. You know me. I like to make my presence known." Her head cocked to the side as she glanced at her friend, blonde curls shifting over her shoulder softly.

                     "That and I'm also way too lazy and your doorbell seemed so~ far away."

         She giggled a small amount before fiddling around the back of herself in order to tie her seatbelt safely. Safety first, her father had always reminded her. "I'd be more concerned as to why I didn't just text you or something." Cait winked from beneath her black rimmed glasses, then looked back to the road, hands at ten and two.

                     "So, d'you have everything?" 

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Table for two | Riley & Cait

- obsolithe

          It was standard protocol with her agent that she met her clients before the actual act of sex. Warm them up, discuss fine things like kinks, things to avoid, make them comfortable in general, and to assess the price required for it all. Caitlin had not had any new clients in a long time just the same old husband wanting to cheat on their wives, or the creepy perv that enjoyed whips and handcuffs.

          Not only did the client need their warm up for this situation, Cait did too. She firstly threw herself into some lingerie she'd have never personally worn, then into a very tight fitting red dress followed by applying its matching lipstick. On most people it would have looked trashy, but with her blonde curls flowing out and her bright green hues Caitlin looked as she always did; simply stunning.

          It took her some time to get to the decided hotel in her '68 Mustang but when she got there there happened to be a few moments to spare. "Table for two." The blonde stated, smiling at a waiter, "It's under Ms. Dean." He nodded, checked her name in the book then showed her kindly to her isolated booth of a table. There was a booth behind them but she figured anyone close enough to hear wouldn't go being nosy about it. "White wine please." She stated again whilst taking her seat. A seductive and bare long leg crossing on top of the other.

          By the time her client had arrived Caitlin was halfway through her first glass of wine and felt a little more prepared to do her job now. She settled into her eyelash batting and tender leg stroking ways that she had been trained into having.

          "Ah, Mr. Richards, it's lovely to meet you." She rose her hand to him and he kissed it before taking his seat in front of her.

          "Lovely to meet you too, Ms. Dean."

          Yes, he was just another husband looking for a quick screw behind his wives back. How thrilling.  

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          Cait let herself remove the wine glass from the table. Letting it land next to the bottle of wine, open, on the side. It could stay there until she got home later, right now she had some business to attend to. And no, that was not going to be telling Matt about her job.

                   [Text]: Then I guess I'll see you soon?

          Without waiting for the answer, the blonde took her keys from the side and headed to the front door. Phone tucked tightly in her pocket for when he replied. Of course, she would long be driving by that point.  

Finally getting the message back, Matt nodded and sent her a quick one to tell her which ice cream shop. Hopefully with his talk things would get a lot better and they can move forward with everything. There had to be something more that he didn’t know about. Something she was hiding and tonight it would be all placed on the table with ice cream.

[Text] I promise you, you are not interrupting work. We just finished.

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Abandoned Town AU || Theo & Cait

She had headed off to work, as was usual for Cait. Making sure she had everything packed away safely in the trunk of her car. Phone, keys, some decent clothes to change out of the tightness she wore now. Then the blonde set off. The hotel she had arranged to meet Thomas at was an hour drive away, and she knew she was making good time at least.

            It had struck around half ten that night when Cait had to pull over from driving to get herself a little bit of coffee in order to wake herself up. She pulled into a distant car park along the freeway and found herself strolling up to the Starbucks located inside of a travel centre.

            The drink was clasped firmly in her hand when she stepped outside into the cold nights breeze. Thankful to have had her jacket over herself in order to stop the questioning looks. Her curious green eyes took in the area. Just how dead it was, except for one white van and her own car. She thought nothing of it entirely, perhaps they were just needing a quick break too. So, without a second thought, she climbed into her car.

            Caitlin should have taken the first sign of something being wrong to be the fact the hood of her car wasn’t entirely all the way down, but in the darkness, she had failed to see it at all. The second sign was the one she noticed. Her car failed to start. It sparked, it tried, and it did nothing to move itself out of the car park.

            “Jesus fucking Christ, trust my luck.” Sighed the blonde, forcing herself out of the car to check the front of it herself. “I do not have the time for this shit today.” She muttered, to the car.

            “Ma’am?” Came a voice from behind her. A guy seemingly leaving the place she had just walked from, yet Cait didn’t remember him being inside of there. “Ma’am, do you need a hand?” Suddenly he sounded closer to her, as if he were right behind her.

            "No thanks, I got this." And then she reached down, lifting the hood with a worried look. It felt rough. As if someone had pried it open moments ago.

            Something sharp dug into her back, it stung like a dull needle meeting one of her arteries. “I think you don’t.” The guy said, watching her fall limp and into his arms. Out cold for definite. 

Waking up she found her head to be pounding, as if she had done a night of drinking and drugs, along with a little chloroform to top it all off. She groaned out, a hand pressed to her forehead before her eyes had even managed to open. When those green orbs managed to open, Cait was stunned to say the least. There was no recollection of the night in her mind what so ever, but she guessed a hotel room wasn’t all too peculiar. She was heading to work after all.

            There was the minor fact that no body was laying next to her in the bed. That worried her more than anything. A frown etched onto her face, eyebrows knitting together as she rose off of the bed on wobbly legs. She swallowed hard, trying to process the situation.

            Cait stumbled to the door, pulling the door handle to open it onto an empty, quiet hallway. Far too quiet, even.  ”What the fuck did I do last night?” Mumbled the woman, a hand still clasping her pounding head. She was wearing her clothes from the night before, surprisingly. So she must not have been to work in order to get them off, and then to change.

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Murder AU || Caitlin & ?

          When he had first pinned her against the hotel wall, Cait thought he was just getting rough and playful. She waited patiently for the hit of a whip on her ass, or even teasing words whispered carefully into her ear, yet it went amiss.

          Her face was pressed tightly against the crappy hotel wallpaper, her breathing ragged, and slowly increasing with her fear. He had one of his hands grabbing one of her wrists tightly, twisting it around her back with force. The other reached to the front of her underwear, ready to dip inside and take whatever he wanted.

          Why? She didn't know. If he payed enough he would have gotten it anyway.

          A whimper left her throat, teary green eyes looked around the area for something to help herself, when she spotted it on the table next to her. A single statue, black, it looked like it was a laying down dog. Moments before everything on this table had crashed to the floor, but not the dog. As if it was a godsend to her.

          Her free hand moved. It reached to clasp the statue in a moment or so. And then she lashed. Turning, ignoring the pain in her wrist, she hit him full force over the head. Temple, even.

          He toppled to the floor, trickles of blood down the side of his face, yet there wasn't a single movement. He was staring at the dresser with cold brown eyes, lifeless to say the least. Cait dropped the statue to the floor, shock on her face, her head shook. Shit.

          It wasn't long before her legs turned to jelly from the shock, and Caitlin slumped to the floor, watching his body in hope it moved. Not that she wanted the son of a bitch to be awake, but it was better than him being fucking dead of all things.

          She doesn't remember how long she had sat there, staring, crying, watching the room, but her hand reached for her jeans on the floor. With a stretch she pulled them, and clasped her phone. Her heart beat pounded in her ears, blood rushing through them at a painful speed.

          She needed help, and quick. Dialling the first number she came across, Caitlin waited.

          "Hello?" A gasp of a sob left her, "I need your help. Come quickly."

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Cait sat herself in her car, making sure she didn't really have to go back into the hotel room other than when Danny got himself there. Just incase the bastard managed to wake himself up. Her aching head hit back against the headrest, hand rubbing a sore wrist gently.

Danny drove to the hotel, terrified of what he was going to find. It was an okay area, but being a hotel just showed that she was at work, and that always put him on edge. 

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          Cait's hands rose into the air as she walked through the front door of her new apartment. She knew it was late, or early there rather, but the blonde hadn't figured Chloe would be awake. "Jesus, Chloe, it's just me." She huffed, putting her hands down, the keys clattering to the table behind the door a moment later. "Do you always have to keep yourself on such a high guard?" She giggled slightly, letting her bag of clothes from the late night of work meet the floor too.

          Still, the girl had to admit she had walked in on much weirder things happening thanks to her job, but as long as the cheque cleared... Right? Cait didn't even let herself think of the chance that was running in her brain right now. No, that was tomorrow's problem. 

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          It had been two weeks since Jasper had, once more, stormed out of her life. Cait was doing pretty well with all of that, for the first time. She had barely thought about him— of course, life had a way of screwing you over the moment you thought you were getting better. That was where it was going for Cait— at least.

          Work had been a slowly growing problem for her. Not in the sense of her questioning if this was the right thing to be doing, not even in the sense of her being worried that she was better than this— no— one of her clients was beginning to become problematic. At first it was simple— Cait had gone along with it too. It was some extra money before, but as time progressed he was getting worse and worse with what he wanted to do with her and to her. Hell, the scenarios he wanted to play out were a little worrying too.

          That was how she ended up on the porch of an old motel, her car battery completely dead, calling Jasper at three in the morning. Her hand trembled along with her voice, the dark area was lit up by a single lamp quite a distance from her, and Caitlin had settled for staying exactly there. That way Jasper wouldn't see the bruises on her wrists, or there was little chance he'd see the marks up her back or around her throat. 

          "Jasper?" Cait asked, shakily. "Can you come get me, please." She sounded like she was begging, but she didn't exactly need him to know that. Caitlin was bordering on terrified right this moment.