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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 4, 2015 4:10:18 GMT
paper crinkles. another page, and another. dark eyes scan the pages. they devour every printed word, absorbed in the book. he would remain so if not for the intercom buzz. a new patient, a late appointment. he hadn't even known he had it. the book would have to wait. "let them in." he sets his book down, folds his hands on the desk. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 4, 2015 4:24:29 GMT
angel alessi is a superlative, grandoise and beautiful - a seductive whirlwind in black, twiggy nouveau. he's wearing monstrous stilettos and has a cup of overpriced coffee - he pushes his sunglasses up onto his head as he shoves open the door with a shoulder.
he isn't sure what he's expecting - the room is neat and well-decorated, if not bland in its minimalism. but perhaps doctor brings to mind something different, because he quirks a brow when he sees the man behind the desk, he's young, he's exotic, he's fucking hot. angel's lips curl into a smile. "hell-ohhh." he draws out the word in a breathy tone, comes right up to the desk and holds out a manicured hand in greeting, flutters his lashes. NEVADA RAINES |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 4, 2015 4:45:18 GMT
what he expects is not what walks into his office. no flyaway hairs, rat nest updos, or bruised undereyes. there's not even a court order to come with this one. its enough to raise a brow, interest piqued. "my name is dr. raines," he falls easily into the greeting. the grasp on the proffered hand is delicate. he wonders if he should kiss it. "might i ask yours?" ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 4, 2015 5:04:42 GMT
"angel alessi." he purrs, a name that doesn't sound real. it isn't. but nobody thinks twice about a model using an alias.
"do i sit there?" he asks, pointing at the couch, then answering his own question and taking a seat in the middle. he bends over to put his coffee on the ground, then he shrugs off his jacket with a shimmy of his shoulders. the strap of his dress slips from his shoulder, and angel makes a mockery of modesty, lowering his eyes as he adjusts it.
he becomes very conscious of himself, the way you have to when there are eyes on you. angel knows what nevada sees - the black dress offsetting his skin, the high hem at his thighs, crossed legs and hot drink in his lap. he cants his head, purses his pink lips and waits like an attentive pet for a word from the good doctor.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 4, 2015 23:19:05 GMT
voice caught in his throat, he’s staring. nothing the likes of angel has come into his office before. hungry eyed, seductive. puckered pink mouth. there is an exude of confidence, an air of grace. something more is beneath the surface, but he can’t place it. “have a seat,” he says late. angel’s already seated, waiting. nevada clears his throat. “would you like to tell me why you have come to see me?” ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 5, 2015 4:05:26 GMT
he smiles wryly, well aware of nevada's gaze dancing against his skin. "well, pill-popping, drinking, partying. but," he recrosses his legs before popping off the cover of his drink, dripping a finger into the whipped cream. "i think i'm a nymphomaniac." he pushes his finger into his mouth, suckles it while he watches nevada straight on.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 6, 2015 6:33:31 GMT
a subtle curl of lips, a knowing in the eyes. nevada sees the signs. his reaction, or lack thereof, must be what he wants. the bait taken. hook sunk, time to reel in. but nevada isn't an easy fish to catch. his professionalism is priority. "has your affliction caused strain on your work and social life?" addictions and partying are the usual suspects when a new client walks in. nymphomania is a first for him, self-diagnosis or cover. "would you tell me more about it?" ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 6, 2015 10:29:58 GMT
he's already been to rehab, just a few weeks to say he had. his agent says he needs to clean up. laxatives and ambien are all well and good, but he can't have him at castings hung over, and track marks just won't do. this is just extra credit. angel hadn't heard of nymphomania until the media started to use it about him. of course, he'd been encouraged to continue with therapy - he'd agreed to try and decided he'd have fun with it. but he might come again, he thinks, watching nevada. he's staring, but his tone remains flat, unfaltering. and angel wonders how many sessions before he fucks angel over his desk, or on the couch, with his face pressed into the cushions so nobody outside can hear. (oh, doctor, yes doctor, that's just what i need, oh god, oh god, fuck yes) angel pulls his finger from his mouth, a glistening string of saliva stretching. "oh yeah," he nods very solemnly, pressing a worried hand to the side of his face. "all the time. i'm just thinking about all the bad things i've done and how badly i need to be fucked for it." he says, looking down into his coffee to obscure a smile. "i can't concentrate. like, ever since i came in, i've been thinking about how i've never fucked a doctor." angel looks back up at nevada, a hint of a smile, a hint of endearing sheepishness. NEVADA RAINES |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 6, 2015 20:21:06 GMT
the face is a window to the mind. subtle changes—the curl of lips, the narrowing of eyes, the movement of the eyebrows—reveals the thoughts. angel is sharp, he hides his face when it may betray him. “i see.” pen working furiously, curling letters forming on a page. “can you tell me about the addictions?” ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 6, 2015 21:09:14 GMT
he scoops up more whipped cream, licks it from under a manicured nail. he quirks a brow, watching nevada write as if he'd be able to read it if he just cocks his head a little.
"alcohol. prescriptions. a little bit of coke." he goes over this blandly, as if it's typical, matter-of-fact. waving it off like discussing the weather. everyone does it, these days - at least everyone angel knows. he's not here to genuinely get better, anyways.
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