Chapter Two: How it starts
Author: Quimby13
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: T-M, PG13-R (Hopes to be NC17)
Pairing: Parker/Sophie
Word Count: 1,180
Setting: Right after 2.01 "The Beantown Bailout Job"
Warnings: This is not fluffy bunnies, Kink, S&M, bondage, graphic knife/blood play, uhm… (So far, just SI, blood play, and femslash) and mentions of het sex

Cutting is not a big deal. At least, it isn't for her. Some people cut and are stupid about it; they make mistakes and wind up hurting themselves. That is not Parker. She can cut and be fine, no problems. She's had a lot of practice; she's been a cutter since she was ten. At first, she liked having knives and stuff around so she could defend herself at group homes and at school. Then, one night, she wondered how hard she would need to press to hurt someone. So, she turned her blade upon herself and discovered the satisfaction that comes with controlling
what her body felt.
She took pride in how well she controlled herself. Anyone in her "family" could yell at her and Parker could maintain a blank look: back straight, eyes dead ahead and glazed, ears deaf to the world. But, occasionally, she would lose it. Every now and then, she would react. And that is when she needed to regain control, over herself. So she'd cut, and control the sting in her skin. She'd cut and control the blood that oozed from her skin. She would cut and control how long the blood flowed. She would cut and control the thing she could: Herself.
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Sophie runs the top, flat side, of the razorblade from the hollow of Parker's throat all the way down her sternum, light pressure consistent over her pale skin. The thin piece of metal is cold between Sophie's fingers, colder against Parker's chest. Parker holds very still, trying to keep her breaths regular. The cool metallic line is drawn out to Parker's palm, back to her shoulder. Every movement is smooth, calming, enough so that both women have regulated their heartbeats before Sophie presses forward.

Still standing behind Parker's chair, Sophie carefully draws the razor through the bra strap lying atop Parker's shoulder. First, the right, then the left strap falls away while Parker watches in stilled silence. Sophie runs the sharp blade up and down over the lacey fabric between Parker's breasts. When the material falls, free Sophie throws it to the ground and starts brushing her lips over Parker's neck again. Parker bites her lip in anticipation, certain that Sophie's teeth are about to sink in again. But instead soft lips flutter over her neck, to her jaw, and then meet her lips as Sophie leans over the back of her chair, hands resting on Parker's shoulders. Parker turns her head as best she can. They kiss briefly before Sophie straightens up, only to kneel at Parker's side and pinch the string of her bikini underwear and slice through another article of clothing with the razor. Then the other strap is severed. Parker's legs spread a bit as Sophie's hand trails between her thighs and over her now naked center.

"Parker." Sophie starts, her voice hard, different. "Parker, what am I going to do with you?" Sophie's slender finger's dance across the younger woman's stomach as she kneels, now before her captive's legs. "You've gotten soft. You returned a priceless diamond. You've really forgotten who you are." She stands and returns to her position behind Parker's chair. But as she opens her mouth she hears a murmur. "What?"

"Three hundred and fifty million dollars, that's what the Hope Diamond is worth." Parker corrected. Her eyes met Sophie's in the mirror. "It has a pric—" Parker's sentence is cut off by a yelp, a yelp caused by the sudden cut Sophie put on her shoulder. It's a scratch really, just surface, but it surprised her.

"You will not interrupt me again." Sophie half-whispers, half-barks. "As I was saying," she growls, "you, Parker, are a thief. That is what you are good at being. That is what you will continue to be. That will not change." Sophie strokes the shallow cut gently, "Do you understand this?" Parker hesitates, not sure if she should speak. So Sophie scratches her shoulder with the blade again. "Do you understand, Theif?"

"Yes, Sophie." She nods quickly. "I understand."

"Good." Sophie runs the blade horizontally over the scratches, irritating the skin. "Do you know what we do to thieves when they get caught where I come from?" Parker sits up straighter but stays quiet. "We use razor blades on them, like this one." She cuts Parker's shoulder again, now there is a series of scrapes on Parker's skin. "You know that retuning stolen goods is extremely risky. I don't think you realize what could have happened if you were caught." At that, Sophie brings the razor lower, to Parker's breast and touches down lightly there as well.

Parker lets out a small groan. "Leverage?" She whimpers.

Hearing the safe word, Sophie pulls away and stands in front of Parker. "What did I do? Did I hurt you? What do you need?" She asks, very panicked. She moves to untie Parker.

"No." Parker stills the other woman. "I need…I'm not gonna break. I need more." She groans desperately.

"More?" Sophie is puzzled. "Deeper? Parker, I can't."

"Please, Sophie, you saw what I did to myself," Parker sighs. "Please, just, hurt me."

Sophie nods, placing the blade on Parker's midline. "Let's do this then." She smiles with the twinge of a memory.

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"You sure you ready for this, sweetheart?" Sophie lay her red lip against her mark's abs. She kissed the tan skin quickly before replacing her mouth with a sliver of metal. "Let's do this then."

Sophie, well not Sophie really, Ariel, kept a sultry purr in voice as coxed her bound and gagged man though a series of cuts and slices. This guy was deserving of punishment, and as part of her cover, Sophie was the one to deliver it.

By the end of the night, the mark was a bloodied mess. He had over a hundred cuts across his skin. He had learned his lesson. He also had an unspeakable hard-on. And he was in an alley in north London.

That was the first time Sophie cut someone up solo, but she enjoyed it enough to, well, enjoy it.

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Sophie runs her hot tongue over the cuts she made on Parker's stomach, the deeper cuts. Parker keens slightly at the touch. "Is that better?" Sophie smirks at the sound. When Parker nods, Sophie rewards her by sliding between her legs…

AN: I NEED FEED BACK!