Patient Understanding, Kaitlyn

Scott chewed on his lower lip as he read over the file of his latest patient - Kaitlyn Darkholme. He had not been working here long and had mostly been getting everything in order in between seeing the odd patient that decided they couldn't possibly wait a week before their next meeting. Scott truly didn't mind the meetings themselves because it allowed him to get an idea of what the patients were like, but he loathed the fact that the nurses just permitted them to wonder in without making sure that he wasn't in fact busy with something. He was rarely too busy to take time out for a patient, but still. It was a very basic rule, and one that was there for a good reason, especially here.

Scott wasn't entirely sure how to handle Kaitlyn to be honest. PTSD he could handle, but the sadomasochism? He'd never really dealt with that sort of thing before, mostly because he'd never really dealt with sexual disorders before, and Kaitlyn seemed to be very into painful sex. Honestly, it was more than a little disturbing for Scott, who's only personal experiences could be called vanilla at best. It was probably one of the reasons that he was so uninterested in sex because it hadn't been spectacular and had largely seemed more effort than it was worth.

"Well, that's going to be fun." He murmured in a dry voice. He was not at all looking forward to dealing with this. They really needed a doctor who specialized in that sort of thing.

Today was one of her better days. Remy seemed to be bouncy, cheerful and had a grin on almost all the time. She bounced though the halls waving at other patients a nurse followed her close behind. Since getting to this hospital she hadn’t been any trouble, but she had a reputation of attempted suicides and of getting herself into trouble. She had the uncanny ability of finding someone to beat on her, she still wore the black and blue marks proudly one her arms, and when she chewed her mouth still hurt sometimes. It was a lovely night that night, so much blood so much joy.

In general the small woman preferred to wear black, it was just on of her things. Today however, she was most likely the most clothed she had been in a while. Her hands grabbed her skirt as she danced about. Though it didn’t change her thoughts, or her increasing nightmares. Once again Remy had been caught hurting herself to stay awake, she didn’t want to relive that night again, she didn’t know if she could handle seeing that look in her mother eyes. As a reflex to her thoughts she stopped her gleeful bouncing and her hands went over the scar on her stomach. She could still feel the cold steel in there sometimes, feel it thrust in deeper when he moved against her.

The office door looked like so many other’s she had to look behind her to make sure she was in the right place. Opening the door her powdered green eyes scanned over his body. He was cute, sure, but not really her type a little to with a shy sexually. A sigh escaped her lips and then a large smile getting back into her bouncy happy state she moved over to him and extended her hand. “Hello Doctor Kenneth. I believe I’m your three o’clock.” The first chair that she thought for patients she plopped into and pulled her legs up to her chest, her feet resting on the edge of the chair as she looked up at him with interest her head cocked to the right slightly. “Where would you like to begin?”

She had no delusions, the doctors never listened and there was no point for her to be completely open with him, so they might as well find out what he wants, lie around it, and call it a day. That normally worked right?

Scott glanced up as the door opened and Kaitlyn entered. The first thing he noticed was the bruises on her arms. His brow furrowed slightly, although he could say he honestly wasn't surprised that she had managed to find someone to hurt her. He wouldn't have put it past her to have done it herself either. Scott was surprised when she spoke. He had been expecting someone who wouldn't want to be here and was making it quite clear or something along those lines. What he was not expecting was this bouncy cheerful girl who had just walked into his office. Somebody had forgotten to mention that little tidbit in her files.

Maybe she was bipolar.

"You must be Ms. Darkholme." He answered finally, after he had gotten over his shock at realizing that she wasn't quite what he'd been expecting. "Yes, you are my...three o'clock appointment." Why did that sound perverted when he said it? Probably because be had someone in his office who quite obviously was interested in sex. It had not escaped his notice that she had been checking him out. Scott wasn't sure he wanted to know what she currently thought of him.

Scott raised his eyebrows at her question once she had settled comfortably into the chair. "I believe the more pertinent question is where would you like to begin." Scott replied with a half-smile.

A smile crossed Remy’s lips when he confirmed what they both already knew. She couldn’t help herself, there was something about him saying it, well the way he said it perhaps? It didn’t matter, she just leaned back and enjoyed watching him for a moment. She obviously caught him off guard, it was nice, to put him off balance. After all, if she didn’t who else in the place would?

“Ohh one of those types hmm?” She grinned at him and put her feet on the ground and scooted back in the chair her hands reaching back and pulled one of her long dreads over her shoulders. She played with it as she watched him for a moment. Trying to discover what he might want to hear from her. She couldn’t read him just yet, she would have to try again later, but for now. “Sorry to disappoint Doc, but my childhood rather normal.” She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she looked up at him. She waited only a moment, she knew that was a lie, well mostly. Her childhood was normal until her parents separated.

A thought about her chart, wondering what was on it, what wasn’t. She licked her lips, her split tongue showing only for a moment as she watched him. He must have been shy sexually, it was the only reason he could have to be so up tight. He had yet to have sex that just rocked his world. “My parents separated just before my sixteenth birthday, and my father passed just before my seventeenth. I flew back from Japan with his remains and I’ve been around here since then.” Her tongue ran against the inside of her bottom lip playing with the stud of her lip ring. “Ever been over seas?” She was testing the waters, seeing what she might possibly pull out of him, as much as he was hoping to pull things out of her.

Scott had no idea what she was talking about and it probably showed on his face. What did she mean by 'one of those types'? "What do you mean by that?" He asked idly. He had a feeling he probably wasn't going to like her answer, but that was neither here nor there.

He raised an eyebrow at the very first thing she said. "A surprising number are." He answered calmly. "A bad childhood while common, is not a perquisite for a disorder." That was hardly surprising since he himself had never had a terrible childhood and yet here he was, working in a terrible mental rehabilitation clinic and taking anti-depressants twice a day. It really didn't take much to send someone over the edge, not in this day and age when a careless comment could cause someone to start starving themselves to look thin and beautiful.

His method went something along the lines of listening to what they wanted to talk about and making the occasional comment and observation, mostly to see what they responded with. A lot could be learned about a patient when they weren't getting the expected question and answer session, which is why he rarely actually asked questions.

"Does this accent sound Australian to you?" He asked in a dry tone. The uninitiated would assume it was a British accent, since most couldn't tell the difference between many of the accents from the UK. He was not actually British; Scott was a born and bred Welshman although few would guess that.

Remy smiles a little as she looks the doctor over again. She sighed heavy heartedly and shakes her head. “The kind that doesn’t relax. I don’t bite, I prefer to be bitten ya’ know.” She allowed her fingers to move from her dreads and play with the soft blue hair that framed her face. He wasn’t going to be the fun kind of doctor, the kind she always wanted to find but it seemed most lost their desire to be fun and out going when they took the job. Maybe that was a requirement. Huh, something for her to ponder a little.

“What I meant was other than here Doc… I get this feelin we ain’t gonna get along.” She held her smile as she looked him over again. Well, so much for plan A. Shag the doctor until his brains pop out, well in hopes he would have had a hidden dark desire to grab her, throw her up against the wall and just… What was with her today? She didn’t know, must have been to long since her last beating. She would have to fix that later, see what the wards had to offer her.

“Where do ya’, wait.. You want me to pick a startin point. Well, I ain’t gonna sit here and just talk to ya’..” at least she was honest. The small woman reached into her corset and pulled out a deck of cards and smiled at him. “Do ya’ play Doc? Might help pass the time.” In her own way what she meant was it might help her relax with him if she didn’t see him as a stiff suit. Though, she would never admit such a thing. Remy started to shuffle the cards on her lap as she watched the man.

“Ma father was part of the army. We traveled all the time, loved it. I could never dream of staying in one place more than a year at a time. Cards becomes a girls best friend.” She looked down at the cards as she shuffled them like an old pro. Though she was by no means an expert at poker, or black jack, she just enjoyed playing. It gave her the freedom to focus on something else, but that something else was just a matter of if he was interested. Some how she doubted it, but she had been surprised before.

"I...see." Well, at least she wasn't going to molest him, hopefully. Actually, it rather seemed like she was hoping for the opposite. She was going to leave disappointed in that case because Scott had no intention of doing that.

"What makes you think we're not going to get along outside of my office?" Scott asked curiously. He really saw no reason for the two of them not to get along, apart from the molesting bit, but surely she didn't pick her friends and acquaintances based on that.

Scott's lips twitched at the thought of playing cards. He'd never really played all that much, despite being told quite often that he'd make a splendid poker player because he had a good pokerface. Despite that, he never really had much interest in cards, although he'd played a fair bit in sixth form. Once he had hit a certain points, most of the classes were almost unbearably easy unless they were subjects like calculus or physics.

Scott shook his head. "It's been so long since I had time to play that I've probably forgotten how." He watched her shuffle the cards, noting how she seemed to do so with relative ease. She had played cards a lot then. Then again, she had as good as said as much. They looked well-used.

Perhaps that could be a reason why she would consider her friends and her acquaintances based on sexuality. He couldn't imagine moving around a lot was really conducive to long-term friendships or relationships.

What made her think they were not going to get along outside of his office? She just looked up at him with a raised brow as she made a mental check list of all her smart ass comments before they slipped from her lips. She had blue hair, piercings, a split tongue that would most likely give him more pleasure than he knew what to do with, in her opinion. She left it alone for that moment.

Remy didn’t have many friends, just her parents. Perhaps it’s part of the reason she clung to things more than people. Not that she allowed herself many things to begin with. No, each person was there for a purpose and she often used them all. Most of the men she spelt with didn’t even have names. They were not Mike, Matt or Kyle, they were oil change, stitches, and bondage. They became the outlet she needed to get what she wanted. She took no shame in this, just enjoyed how it would go. Her eyes looked over Scott as she bit the side of her tongue.

“Why we won’t get along…” she repeated his question. Almost in disbelief that he even asked. She had to think carefully. Cards, distract herself for a moment. “Well I can teach ya’ again Doc.” She set the deck down on the desk, and just looked at him. There was a spark behind her eyes, almost like he had challenged her with his words with out knowing it.

Remy slid off her shoes quickly then hopped up on his desk, before he could really speak she was straddling his legs and kissing him with one of the most passionate kisses he had ever laid on a man. One of her hands moved up into his hair as she kissed him. Perhaps she was a little bit of a sex addict, she had never thought about that before. Not that she had ever allowed a doctor to see her in this manner either. Why him? Well, he had been so up tight why not? She wasn’t sure if the kiss just ended or if he pushed her away.

Why had she kissed him? Well there were really two reasons, one, he was getting to comfortable with her. Two, she wanted to see if she could shape him sexually. After all, she had never done a doctor before.

Scott noted that his patient seemed surprised that he would ask that. On further thought he realized that they probably wouldn't have been friends, or even acquaintances. He had always been the sort to stay out of sight, and most people barely even noticed his existence. She didn't seem like the sort that would notice someone who rarely spoke and never drew attention to themselves.

It was a stupid question, he realized.

He had never really been much of a socializer, preferring to put all of his focus on his studies or his interests, few as they were. Beyond that, he usually liked to watch people. It amused him to no ends that most people were clueless about how exactly they gave their life stories away in how they acted. Popular jocks who were afraid of presenting their backs to anyone, friendly girls with a hidden tension in their bodies around certain people, book-lovers with longing glances at the popular crowd, all of it was noticed by him, and that was how he had occupied himself during school and college.

The question he had started to ask when she took her shoes off died on his lips as she clamored over his desk and straddled his hips before kissing him. His mind blanked out in that moment, leaving him flailing as to what exactly he was supposed to do in this particular instant. He was fairly sure that this was supposed to be illegal, but then this hospital was hardly typical; would they even get in trouble? And why was he asking himself questions like this when he had no intention of doing anything more than shoving her off his lap and trying to compose himself.

So why on earth was he kissing her back as his hands settled on her hips. No really, why was he doing that; it wasn't like he was particularly interested in sex, although he definitely was if a certain reaction was anything to go by.

When was the last time he'd gotten off, anyway? He was having difficulty thinking clearly at the moment, but he knew it had been awhile. He really needed to do that more often so he didn't have embarrassing reactions like kissing her back.

((sorry it took so long; I had to figure out how he'd react to that ^^))

Could she feel his excitement under her? Yes, yes she could, in fact the thought of it actually made her smile. He was interested at least in some ways, in him being with her. Even if it was only a physical reaction for now, there was no telling what could change. Her small body leaned into him, letting his chair rock back a little as her heat pressed up against his hardness. Her hand ran though his hair as she kissed him with an increasing desire to have him.

When his hands settled on her hips it only encouraged her. She mover her legs to push herself up on him slightly, his hands that were once on her hips moved more onto her ass. Her hair framed his face as her hands moved down from his hair, against his face, down his neck. Her fingers started to remove his shirt slowly. She couldn’t believe she was trying to push him so far. Yes, she could see sex addict being listed on her rap sheet. Perhaps she was, it was something that not many other doctors had seen, a side that she had kept to herself. However, was she truly addicted to needed sex or was she just interested in seeing how far he would let her go?

For now she went with the ladder. She could go months without sex, without feeling a member inside of her. She couldn’t go days without being hurt however. So if anything, she was addicted to pain. Yes, that seemed to fit better. Though in honest, she was not even considering these things, they would all be thought of much later, or perhaps when he pushed her away. Would she allow him to? Would she keep on with her advance towards him? That was something worth a thought, if she had one. No she was focused, content on focusing on making him let out with a sound of pleasure and latching onto to that to see what else would make him want her. She guessed there was a bit of a game aspect to this, and she was aiming to win.