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Title : I Got You Dancing With The Devil
Pairing : Rosalind Lutece/Jeremiah Fink 
Rating :  M
Synopsis : Working on Songbird has driven Robert and Rosalind apart - his morals are too strong for him to bear such an atrocity, while his female self only see a great break-through for science. 

Note : Inspired by “Constants and Variables”, that amazing piece of fanfiction by quantumlevitation, which I recommend you read if you’re interested in Lutecest ! She is completely to blame for this crackship from hell. 

Rosalind stood in the glimmering light of the Songbird’s shell. The shadow next to her moved closer, bright teeth shining in the dark. There was something utterly uncomfortable about that smile, but the woman standing there was too absorbed in the wonder before her to notice it.

“This is a masterpiece” she finally breathed, eyes shining with admiration.

“Our masterpiece” the shadow spoke.

Rosalind, who had been oblivious of his presence until then, became suddenly aware of this being who stood close to her – so close she could feel his breath tickling the skin of her neck. She turned to him, visibly uncomfortable, but doing her best to hide it as the corners of her mouth curled up in a forced smile.

“Of course” Rosalind said, and the white smile in the dark widened.

“Now, dear Rosalind, aren’t you proud of the work we achieved together?”

She found her hands were fumbling at the front of her skirt, and she stopped them at once. Her own smile widened awkwardly – Rosalind Lutece was never awkward before a man.

She had learnt how to stand up to them, unaware of their remarks, their mockeries. She barely smiled at all when surrounded by male colleagues, who would look upon her with pure disdain and haughty eyes. When a woman was tough and stood up to those who thought themselves superior, she was called “a bitch”.  Rosalind was merely a woman and a scientist, who had achieved much more than they could have.

But the man next to her – that one she ought to be afraid of. After Comstock, Jeremiah Fink probably was the most powerful man in Columbia, and also one of the most intelligent, Rosalind had to admit. Without him it would have been impossible to create the Siphon, as well as their new creature – the Songbird, a huge mechanic bird into which a human being had been melted. Though there was a part of her which found this morally doubtful, the other half – the dominant one -, was amazed at the science of it. Her heart clenched, though.

Robert would have never allowed such a thing to happen – her brother seemed to have more morals than her, as bizarre as it might have seemed since they were supposed to be the same person. Yet when she looked at him, it was a constant reminder of her own failure at being morally blameless, and it pained her more than she would have liked to admit. To her, the run of the world was irrevocable – human kind would only tend more and more towards the ethically questionable. What bad could she do anymore, since everything was already written?

Those different states of mind were what had driven them apart for the last few weeks, and the thought of it had her close her eyes for the briefest moment. Words could not begin to express how much she loved Robert, despite how egotist it might sound. Yet Rosalind felt like as if it had become impossible to be near him, to touch him, to let him inside her, when all she could see when she looked at him, was the reflection to the person she had failed to be, and those mistakes she could never mend. She had fled.

Perhaps she could say she had found some kind of comfort in plunging herself into work, as she had done for so many years before she had pulled Robert through the tear. Yet it was only a cold warmth, a poor facsimile of a happiness which now stood out of reach. Perhaps there was a bit of desperation in her, now.

Maybe that was why she didn’t push him back when he leaned forwards and crashed his lips on her own. Her eyes remained wide open for a few seconds, before Rosalind gave in and shut them tight. There was nothing surprising in this kiss – it had been no secret that Fink wanted her, and a man like him scarcely didn’t get what he wished for. And the fact that she had spent the last few weeks locked up in room with him had probably given him high hopes of success. She almost didn’t blame him, truth be told – she’d rather hate herself for this.

His hands were at her waist now, and Rosalind was surprised she didn’t find his touch as unbearable as she might have thought she would. She was leaning into it, letting herself go, shutting out her mind and thoughts – especially on Robert. She let Fink take control, tearing open her jacket and waistcoat with impatience, before his hands were at her shirt, buttons falling on the ground. He grabbed her breast through the chemise as she felt him deepening the kiss, his tongue filling her mouth. At this point, and though she could feel some guilt creeping up (only Robert had ever kissed her that way, only Robert had ever touched her that way), there was no way in pushing back.

With careless steps he backed her up against a table, and with his free hand he wiped it clean of all the tools lying there. He gathered up her skirt in a fist, uncovering her stockings and drawers. Rosalind leaned backwards, her back against the wood of the table, as Fink eased one finger inside her, and opened his eyes to watch her gasp. She could not see it, but Rosalind perfectly imagined the satisfied grin that must have graced the man’s lips at the sight of her underneath him. He slid another one, and she surprisingly found her toes curling up in her shoes. Yet it was Robert’s name whom she felt coming up to her lips, and she bit them hard to prevent a bad accident to happen.

Fink wasn’t a man who liked to wait, and soon enough he had his cock in hand, entering her, his face showing a mask of delight as he found her wet. He wasn’t a tender man, either, and his hands grabbed her hips as he thrust into her with some force.

At first Rosalind wasn’t sure if she liked it – but after a few moments she found herself moaning and whimpering, just as much as she would have with Robert. Yet there was a feeling of uneasiness of which she couldn’t get rid off, and which made it impossible for her to quite enjoy herself. She hadn’t expected herself to, though. She assumed the sense of guilt was too much for her to bear.

She felt him tensing up between her thighs, and soon enough he was coming inside her, as she felt his hot seed filling her. At the end she had felt nothing – only mere excitement, and that had been all. She wasn’t disappointed – rather relieved, on the contrary, not to have experienced pleasure with a man such as him.

Fink put his trousers back in place, as Rosalind got up and proceeded to button again her shirt and waistcoat. “I assume you will see that this never leaves this room and that you will not get… embarrassed. I am positive abortion is forbidden by law, in Columbia and everywhere.” His tone was his casual one – cold and cunning, and Rosalind only nodded as she watched him leave.

She wept.