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Breaking Point by Jaybee (R)
Fandom: LFN
Pairing: Madeline/Operations
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaybee65
Why this must be read:
For my second rec, a "TR" story featuring Madeline and Paul, and the white room chair. This story must be read because Jaybee captures fully all of the elements that make this partnership sing: the power games, the snark, the sex - more or less in that order! Set right at the end of "I Remember Paris" (S3 - if you aren't familiar with LFN, one of the show's gimmicks was that the number of words in the episode title matches the season number. One word titles = S1, two word titles = S2, and so on) this story is well worth your read.
Madeline clasped the restraints around his wrists; they closed with a hollow-sounding clank. When she adjusted the setting, the mechanism switched with a sharp snapping sound, shoving his wrists up to press uncomfortably against the inside of the cuffs. Captured, he felt a surge of panic and disorientation, ballooning into almost paralyzing claustrophobia. He tried to shake it off, drawing a deep breath, and looked up at her for reassurance. She regarded him with a detached expression that provided him no comfort at all.
"How is it?" Her tone was utterly impassive, as if she had inquired about the amount of sugar in his morning coffee.
He forced a smile and twisted his wrists back and forth. "Nice and snug."
"Good." She took two steps backwards and folded her arms, examining him clinically. "Try to escape," she commanded.
He pulled his hands back, trying to squeeze them through the metal rings. They caught tightly; the sharp edges captured the folds of his skin with a painful pinch.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "There's no way."
"You're not trying hard enough," she observed, her voice lowering with scorn.
"Of course I am," he protested, slightly annoyed by her reproach. "What more do you want me to do?"
She narrowed her eyes and frowned, studying him for several moments. Then, without a word, she walked over to the wall and flipped open a concealed panel. She pressed several keys on a small keypad and snapped the panel shut.
"What was that for?" he asked, watching with a mix of curiosity and concern as she strolled back to the center of the room.
Ignoring him, she continued her unhurried pace, carefully placing one high-heeled shoe before the other. Her steps -- and his thudding heartbeat -- were the only sounds in the room.
She stopped in front of him, paused, then turned to face him. "I disabled surveillance and locked the door," she informed him blandly.
Read it now!
Breaking Point
Pairing: Madeline/Operations
Author on LJ:
jaybee65Why this must be read:
For my second rec, a "TR" story featuring Madeline and Paul, and the white room chair. This story must be read because Jaybee captures fully all of the elements that make this partnership sing: the power games, the snark, the sex - more or less in that order! Set right at the end of "I Remember Paris" (S3 - if you aren't familiar with LFN, one of the show's gimmicks was that the number of words in the episode title matches the season number. One word titles = S1, two word titles = S2, and so on) this story is well worth your read.
Madeline clasped the restraints around his wrists; they closed with a hollow-sounding clank. When she adjusted the setting, the mechanism switched with a sharp snapping sound, shoving his wrists up to press uncomfortably against the inside of the cuffs. Captured, he felt a surge of panic and disorientation, ballooning into almost paralyzing claustrophobia. He tried to shake it off, drawing a deep breath, and looked up at her for reassurance. She regarded him with a detached expression that provided him no comfort at all.
"How is it?" Her tone was utterly impassive, as if she had inquired about the amount of sugar in his morning coffee.
He forced a smile and twisted his wrists back and forth. "Nice and snug."
"Good." She took two steps backwards and folded her arms, examining him clinically. "Try to escape," she commanded.
He pulled his hands back, trying to squeeze them through the metal rings. They caught tightly; the sharp edges captured the folds of his skin with a painful pinch.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "There's no way."
"You're not trying hard enough," she observed, her voice lowering with scorn.
"Of course I am," he protested, slightly annoyed by her reproach. "What more do you want me to do?"
She narrowed her eyes and frowned, studying him for several moments. Then, without a word, she walked over to the wall and flipped open a concealed panel. She pressed several keys on a small keypad and snapped the panel shut.
"What was that for?" he asked, watching with a mix of curiosity and concern as she strolled back to the center of the room.
Ignoring him, she continued her unhurried pace, carefully placing one high-heeled shoe before the other. Her steps -- and his thudding heartbeat -- were the only sounds in the room.
She stopped in front of him, paused, then turned to face him. "I disabled surveillance and locked the door," she informed him blandly.
Read it now!
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