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Who: >=< and his dragon. Also Sefton, and Some, and Bonnie =3
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool ( Read more... )
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool ( Read more... )
Hellcat didn't like to stay around him all the time - there was a reason he'd included 'cat' in her name; she could be in turns affectionate and aloof, be following him around one day and then spend the next day lounging in a corner the next.
But her moods weren't this changeable. He'd lost her while walking down a corridor. Just turned around at one point and she was gone. Given her abilities...
He crept down the corridor, looking closely at every surface. She was visible if you examined closely enough.
"Hellcat?" he called - not too loudly. The calling was incidental to the searching. "Hellcat?"
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"What the fuck?" she exclaimed, in what was an entirely rare use of profanity.
She pushed herself up into somewhat of a sitting position, taking a few deep breaths as she looked between the Doctor and the door and the window. He wasn't normal. Whatever his blood had done to her (gods, her heart was racing) and whatever it meant that he knew what she'd done--
Oh gods, he knew what she'd just done.
--she knew she had to get away. Run away, don't wait around long enough to get staked.
And yet, for some reason, she stayed. Remained on the bed, remained close enough for him to set her on fire or run something through her heart. Staring at him.
"I'm sorry," she said. Which sounded, even to herself, ridiculous. But she didn't know what else you were supposed to say to a person after you'd tried to drink their blood.
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"How are you feeling?" He took note of her deer-in-the-headlights look and decided to explain a thing or two. His hands stayed on her face, turning it toward himself, making sure he could see her eyes. Almost comforting, in a way. "I'm not human. Never was. I don't know the effect my blood's going to have on you. How are you feeling?"
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Without pulling back or looking away, she went on in a rush of words:
"Energetic, like I could run for miles. And I can feel everything, everything is heightened, like I can feel my fingernails and my hair and I can hear people floors away. Excited. Guilty. Satiated. Nervous. Alive. Aroused."
She hadn't quite stopped that one in time.
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He put a hand to his neck. The bite marks were still there, seeping blood - fortunately, at a slow pace, but when he pulled his hand away again there were two little spots on his palm.
"D'you always bite people without asking permission?"
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Alive. Well, that was part of it. Her sanity was what she was more concerned about. It was more fleeting.
When she saw him touching his neck, Bonnie immediately leaned in to fix the wound, only pausing when he flinched. "It's okay," she said as comfortingly as she could manage. "I just want to fix it up. I won't bite again. You tasted weird."
She leaned in then, pulling her hair behind her shoulder and running her tongue along the wound--and then again, although it wasn't entirely necessary. Her fingers found themselves involuntarily weaving into his hair.
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He didn't react to her over-licking or the fingers in his hair, not for the first few seconds. Not outwardly. He was still turned on, and little pinging sensations were rippling out along his skin from where she touched him, but it wasn't anywhere near intense enough that he couldn't ignore it.
Also, he was distracted by the two little spots of blood on his palm. His hand hovered in mid-air in front of his face as he wondered what to do about them. If she thought he tasted weird, so much for asking her to take care of it. And he wasn't about to wipe it on her bedspread or his own clothes.
He settled on putting the hand in her hair, grabbing a good chunk of it.
"I should stay for awhile," he found himself saying. "Make sure you stay okay."
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Her chest pressed up close to his and and with her free hand, she ran her fingernails along his back. He was new and exciting and he knew her secret and in this moment, she couldn't get close enough to him.
"I want you," she breathed into his shoulder. Grasped a handful of his jacket into her hand. Felt him running through her like alcohol. "Stay with me."
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He planted a kiss on the side of her face. Followed it up with another one, less tender and more urgent. Just don't go trying the mind mojo on me again, he thought at her. That was never going to work.
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"Promise," she spoke into the jacket and turned then to look up at him. She could hardly believe that he was so calm about this. Bonnie tried to remember what it had been like when she'd been human. Would she have been so cavalier about the whole thing? Unlikely. She probably would have babbled incoherently and hid in her closet. She certainly wouldn't have offered--whatever he was offering.
Don't you hate me? she asked, and she raised her hand to his bowtie, fiddling for a moment there. She had no idea how to get it off. She didn't remember ever interacting with a bowtie before.
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Long as you don't do it again without asking. I'm not a buffet.
There was a fine line the Doctor always walked, because he had to. He was generally okay with however a creature had to survive, so long as they were doing what they could to cause the least harm. And if she was telling the truth - and he believed she was; he saw none of the affectation that came from people trying to feign innocence - that was exactly what she did.
His free hand covered the one on his tie. Not to guide it away or necessarily stop her - just a little acknowledgment.
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Just another one of many ways the Doctor was confusing her.
"I don't know what we're doing," she spoke out loud, and it almost overlapped with You're not like anyone else.
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You have no idea.
He angled his face down toward hers, so that his nose brushed against her cheek. An offering. He was there, if she still wanted him.
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"I promise not to bite again," she added in a delayed response. She could do that, at least. And that wasn't the real reason I asked you in here. Truthfully, it was empty in the hallway. She could have bitten him there.
Are you ever going to tell me what you are? she asked and she turned her face to press her lips against his. Resting there. Waiting to see his response.
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No final guesses?
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An alien? She leaned into the kiss, nipping his bottom lip. And involuntary groan escaped her. Her hands rested against both sides of his face.
Jimmy Hoffa?
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