I have to say that Sex, Drugs, and Steampunk is probably one of the funnest stories that I've ever written. It's really fun and over the top. There's not really an overall "plot" more so than there just a series of events taking places in Alessandra's life. I've been pushing myself to go beyond my comfort zone such as writing sex scenes and such and so far it's been really fun. This scene comes from chapter 2. After talking about the job that Noah wants Alessandra to do for him, the only obvious solution is to take him home and get a better look at the problem. Dude's got a wonky metal arm and the only way to fix it is to pull it off and reconnect the wires. As a warning, this has been lightly edited and is a bit gory, so if you don't like blood, you might want to not read. I hope you enjoy. Leave your thoughts in the comments if you'd like:
"Let's get started then."
She guided him to the bathroom. According to the book, it could get messy. Alessandra wasn't sure what she would do if there was a lot of blood. She grabbed her brass goggles and her tool kit. He sat in the bathtub while she sat on the toilet lid.
Alessandra examined his arm. She saw where flesh and metal met, the edges of his skin a deep purple. It appeared as if someone fitted the metal into missing limb, cleared out of the flesh to expose the bone. She assumed the method of attachment was a ball and socket design, similar to a regular arm.
"I'm going to start," she said. He nodded and braced himself
Alessandra turned on her clockwork drill and started at the first screw bolted into his shoulder blades. She felt the muscles in his back tense and saw him clenching on to the sides of the bathtub.
She removed the first screw and put it in a cup for safe keeping. Only eight more to go.
"How are you holding up?"
"Okay, keep going." He gritted his teeth. She followed his instructions and removed the top four screws. She could hear him growling in the back of his throat. Blood began to leak from the metal and Alessandra began to feel light headed. Damn, her stupid pride. She wasn't the right person for this job. She shouldn't have gotten so greedy about that money.
"Hey, why did you stop?"
"I'm getting lightheaded," Alessandra said. She inhaled and expelled the breath forcefully from her chest. She had to continue. She held his arm out to the side, taking the last remaining screws out of his arm. Alessandra glanced over at Noah, who had his eyes closed as if mediating. She watched his chest rise and fall.
Now she had to remove the cuff and get to the joint that snapped in half. She just needed to move it enough so she could get access to it. She planned to weld it back together, but she wasn't sure how to accomplish that. Removing the cuff would require separating it from the skin. Maybe there was some other way she could fix the arm without yanking the damned thing from it's place.
"I have to take this off," she said.
"As I suspected," Noah said. He grumbled. "Do your worst."
She wrapped her hand around the cuff on his arm and ran her fingers a pulled swiftly. It was like yanking the wing off a chicken. His arm separated away from his shoulder with a sickening suction sound. A scream mixed with pain and ecstasy escaped from his lips. Blood gushed from his arm. Noah panted heavily and a layer of sweat saturated his face. She wasn't even finished.
"Are you okay?"
His good hand was clenched so hard, she thought he might snap all his fingers in half. The metallic smell of blood hit Alessandra's nose. She couldn't stop and she couldn't faint. She had to pretend it was ketchup or tomato sauce like her father told her to do whenever the family went to go watch an execution in the courtyard. It's just tomato sauce, she repeated in her mind. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and swiftly pulled the arm from is artificially designed socket.
The arm was completely separated from his body, leaving behind a trail of bloody wires and tendons. They both were breathing heavily, Alessandra hadn't realized that she was sweating until a small gust of air chilled her body. She noticed the curvature of Noah's lips, full and oddly effeminate on such an otherwise masculine face. The angles of his jaw line were accentuated with stubble and his cheeks were boyishly chubby.
Noah's blue eyes looked deeply into her own as he leaned in closer.
"Was it good for you?" he smirked and Alessandra snapped out of her shock. She would have socked him in the arm if he had one. Noah still had one good arm, but it was too far away for her to hit.