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Claire Bennet (x_clairebear_x) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-20 03:32:00

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WHO: Claire Bennet, Priestly, and Doctor Martha Jones (if she wants to tag in as well)
WHAT: Priestly's been attacked and injured by the Gentlemen.
WHEN: Right after this.
WHERE: The patio attached to Priestly's apartment.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Claire knew she was in good shape. She could keep up with most athletes she knew, and certainly had done her fair share of running over the past year and a half - whether it was away from someone who was trying to hurt her or to someone who needed her help. However, Claire hadn't run this fast, she didn't think, in a good, long while. The fairly short trip from her apartment, out of the building, across the courtyard, into the other building, and to Priestly's apartment, had passed by in a veritable blur. The fact that she'd managed to stay in contact with him over the PDAs while running was simply a testament to her being born a part of the 'technological generation'.

As she made her way inside his apartment, however, Claire finally stopped running and stared in faint horror at the chaos that greeted her. The place was, for all intents and purposes, a wreck. Normally kept straightened, it now looked as though a bomb had gone off inside the place. And the blood... oh God, the blood was enough to make her want to get sick right there on the spot. Not that Claire had issues with blood. Clearly, she didn't. But the fact that it was Priestly's blood made it exceptionally worse for her.

Shaking herself out of her shock, the blond continued through the living room and out to the patio. Her gaze landed on Priestly and she once again hesitated. This time, it wasn't the blood that got her however. It was, oddly enough, his hair.

For the first time since she'd met him, it wasn't in a mohawk. It was also a natural color rather than the blue, green, or whatever other color he felt like sporting that day, that it tended to be.

Focus! His hair is not what's important right now! The thought helped snap her back to the here and now. With a smile that was filled with worry, sorrow, and a touch of fear, Claire met Priestly's gaze as she moved toward him. She gave a small wave with one hand by way of a greeting and pulled a syringe from her pocket with her other hand. Without hesitation she slid it into her arm and began withdrawing some of her blood. Her gaze met his as she pulled the needle free of her skin, holding it up for him to see. The look she gave him was a questioning one, although she wasn't asking his permission to heal him but rather if he was prepared for what she was about to do. Because as far as Claire was concerned, there was no way in this world or any other that she wasn't injecting him with some of her blood in an attempt to heal his injuries before they took his very life.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-20 03:12 am UTC (link)

Priestly wasn't sure what exactly had made the Gentlemen and their little lackeys take off, but whatever it was, he was thankful for it.

He'd been woken up in the middle of the night to the feeling of a scalpel pressing into his chest, and that had to have been the worst wakeup call in the history of ever. The moments after that went by in a flash, Priestly wasn't exactly sure what happened when, or how he managed to get away from the fuckers at all, but he did know that he'd managed to get two or three long, deep gouges in his chest, as well as others that weren't nearly as bad in his arms, shoulders, and one across his face.

And he was losing blood fast.

By the time Claire came in he was feeling especially weak, but the sight of her when she stepped out onto the patio, it made a weak smile spread across his lips. It would have been hardly noticeable to anyone that didn't know him already. "Hey," he mouthed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hear him. He didn't care that she wouldn't hear him because he knew that she'd understand.

Priestly wasn't sure what Claire was doing with that needle, but he didn't much care just then. He was focused on trying to not die, but he could tell that he was cutting it close. He was bleeding out, and it wasn't a good feeling. It hurt like a motherfucker. Or, it did at first. It wasn't hurting as much then, but he couldn't do much of anything. Hell, it was hard enough for him to muster the energy to give her the slightest of nods when she gave him that questioning look.

All he really knew was that he wasn't ready to go yet.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-20 09:39 am UTC (link)

He's in his boxers. He is in his boxers! The thought, Claire knew, was a mildly hysterical one and had no place whatsoever in the situation at hand. However it also served to keep her focused, giving her something else to think about besides the blood or the creatures that had attacked him and what they'd been trying to take. At his slight nod - which, had she been thinking clearly she would have realized that making him actually nod probably wasn't the smartest idea she'd ever had - Claire moved closer and crouched down beside him.

Finding a vein in the crook of his elbow was easy. Sliding the needle into his skin was also easy. Making sure she didn't tear said vein, however, was something she was scared to death she might do but eventually decided she'd rather accidentally tear his vein and cause him some minor pain in order to heal him than take her sweet time and have him bleed out literally right in front of her.

Once Claire realized that was a very real possibility, she quit worrying and stuck the needle into the best vein she could see in the spot she was looking. A heartbeat later, her blood was being introduced into his bloodstream and Claire removed the syringe, her gaze immediately moving to his face for some sign - any sign - that it was helping.

As she waited, she took one of his hands in her own and gave a tight squeeze while offering him a reassuring smile. It might have been a bit more reassuring if she didn't have tears in her eyes at the same time, too, but there were some things that Claire just couldn't help. Tears, while watching the man she was almost positive she was in love with slowly dying at her side, was one of them.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-20 12:42 pm UTC (link)

While it only took a few seconds for the blood to start mending him, to Priestly it felt like ages. To say that he'd been laying there, feeling the life drain out of himself wouldn't be too much of a stretch considering the circumstances.

But Claire's blood did start to work, however slowly at first. His wounds began to close them self up, the veins (and that one artery) that had been severed reattached themselves, and Priestly was healing. He could feel himself getting stronger and, for a moment, all of that intense pain he'd felt in the beginning came back. It didn't last for long though, because when everything was healed nothing hurt any more. The only hint that he'd been injured as badly as he had been was the fact that he was still covered in his own blood.

Slowly, he sat up with a silent groan and looked at his girlfriend, a soft grin spreading across his lips. He wasn't sure how, exactly, he could repay her for something like that, but he could always start trying soon. Priestly gave Claire's hand a tight squeeze.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-20 01:48 pm UTC (link)

Claire held her breath, her heart hammering loudly in her chest as she waited for her blood to work. It had to work. It just had to. She refused to accept anything else as a possibility. Silently sniffling and doing her best to blink back the tears as seconds ticked by into what felt like an eternity, it took her a few moments to realize that his wounds were slowly but surely healing.

When he was fully healed and even went so far as to grin and squeeze her hand, Claire gave a soundless squeal and tossed her arms around his neck in a tight hug. After a second she pulled back just enough to kiss him directly on the lips, the tears she had refused to fall finally starting to trickle from her eyes. This time, however, they were due to happiness and relief.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-20 02:11 pm UTC (link)

Priestly wrapped his arms around Claire as well, and he was more than happy to do so. Just moments earlier he could have sworn that this was something he'd never be able to do again, but then she came and saved his life.

And then she was kissing him, something else Priestly thought he wouldn't get to do again, and God, was he ever glad to be able to. Plus, there was the added fact that he rather liked kissing his petite, blonde girlfriend. But, he had a feeling that he was going to have a new appreciation for all sorts of things that he was sure he wasn't going to be able to do again.

The soft smile was on his lips again as Priestly pulled back to look at her. He mouthed the words, "I love you," not sure if she'd understand him, but that was the closest thing he had to being able to tell her right then.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-20 03:00 pm UTC (link)

Her heart felt as though it very nearly skipped a beat when he mouthed those three small, yet so very important, words. Claire's smile grew even larger as she mouthed back, "I love you too." Briefly she thought of pantomiming it in some way (as her whiteboard was back home and there was no telling where Priestly's was at the moment) but opted against it. Granted this wasn't the most ideal way to tell someone - when they were covered in blood and neither of them could speak - but considering the insanity that tended to be Claire's life she supposed it made sense that it would happen this way.

Getting tired of kneeling on the ground courtesy of her new-found ability to once again feel the pain the hard surface was causing in her knees, Claire instead say fully down beside Priestly. She saw no reason to jump up and go inside right away. The threat was gone, the danger of losing him had passed, and it was nice and calm in the stillness of the night that surrounded them.

As though just realizing, or rather assuming, that they were alone for the time being, Claire wasted no time in snuggling up beside him to enjoy the solitude. She was still holding his hand and she drew her knees up a bit then rested their combined hands and part of her arm across them. She began rubbing random designs across the back of his hand with her thumb as she turned her head a bit so she could rise up enough to lightly brush her lips across his in what might almost pass for a chaste, sisterly type kiss if not for the fact that the expression on her face and the look in her eyes was anything but sisterly as she drew back and smiled at him.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-20 03:21 pm UTC (link)

Now, Priestly wasn't used to having Claire look at him like that. It caused a smirk to slip across his lips, along with one of his brows going up. It wasn't that the look was unappreciated, it was just that he was used to her looking all sweet around him. Because, really. It was appreciated. He hadn't been lying when he wrote, and mouthed, that he loved her, so looks like that? Yeah, they were appreciated.

The smirk was still there as he leaned in to kiss her once more, his eyes sliding closed as their lips touched. He loved it every time they kissed, and this was no exception. Priestly even let his free hand come up to slide into her hair, momentarily forgetting that it had a good bit of blood on it.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-21 01:10 pm UTC (link)

Releasing her hold on his hand, Claire leaned into the kiss and allowed herself a few brief seconds to simply lose herself in the moment. After a few seconds, however, simply sitting beside him and kissing gently just wasn't enough. Claire decided it was time to get a little more bold than she'd been thus far. She wasn't about to do anything too out there, of course, but nowhere was it written that the guy always had to make the first move either.

Without breaking the kiss, she first shifted to her knees and then threw one leg effortlessly over Priestly's lap so she was effectively straddling him. The position kept the majority of her weight on her own knees rather than simply dropping herself on top of him, and also freed her up so she could slide both hands across his shoulders to lightly interlock behind his neck.

Her tongue darted out, tasting his lips while she pressed her chest lightly against his and reveled in the feel of his heart beating soundly against her. The blood, the fact that they were out in the open, even the fact that he was in nothing but boxers and she was wearing nothing more than a simple tank top and former cheerleading shorts (that now served as comfortable pajamas) herself all ceased to matter in this one moment.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-21 09:39 pm UTC (link)

For about the first time, Priestly was a little thankful for the silence. Because unless she was paying attention for vibrations, Claire wouldn't realize that her climbing onto his lap like that was cause for him to let out a silent moan. His hands moved to rest on her hips for a moment before sliding around her waist and pulling her just a touch more tightly against him.

And while Claire didn't notice how little they had on just then, Priestly couldn't help taking note. He parted his lips, letting his own tongue dart out to brush against hers. The reason that he never really pushed Claire further than they had gone in the past was in no way because he didn't want to, because God knows he did. He had just been worried about ending up pushing her too far, and that would lead to bad times between them. Priestly cared about her too much to do anything that'd cause bad times between them.

He deepened the kiss a bit more and let one of his hands slide up Claire's back and into her hair.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-21 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Claire's stomach flip-flopped as Priestly deepened the kiss, her heart starting to beat faster in her chest. She wanted this, wanted him, and while she didn't think she was quite ready to go all the way necessarily, she definitely wanted more than a few stolen kisses here or there. She loved him, he loved her, and okay. They were still young - her especially - but she knew what love was and she knew how she felt. Anyone who wanted to tell her otherwise could get over themselves and go away, as far as she was concerned.

The only problem up to this point had been trying to express as much to Priestly. Not the love thing, since she hadn't been entirely positive about that until she'd thought she was going to lose him forever, but wanting more than a few kisses here or there? Yeah, she hadn't been sure how to say that without sounding completely desperate or paranoid that he didn't want her or something equally lame. Now that she knew that just taking action would get her what she wanted and that he wasn't going to push her away and tell her that he didn't want it, or her, she felt a little more comfortable with being forward.

Shifting slightly so her legs didn't start to ache from the hard ground she was kneeling on, she rested a bit more of her weight on Priestly. Not enough to hurt him, of course, but now she could feel his bare legs brushing against the sensitive skin along her inner thighs. She kissed him with a bit more fervor as a fresh wave of desire washed over her and this time it was her who moaned - the sound resonating somewhere in the back of her throat and lost not only to the silence that had befallen them all but also to the kiss that she wasn't sure she ever wanted to end unless there was definitely something more to follow.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-22 01:17 am UTC (link)

Oh, Priestly couldn't even imagine telling Claire he didn't want something she had to give, much less herself. Because he really, really wanted it.

After a couple more long moments, Priestly broke the kiss. But not to pull away or push her away, nothing like that. Instead he tilted his head so he could begin kissing down her neck, nipping just a bit teasingly here and there as he pulled her hair back and out of the way.

He was really enjoying being with her like this, after all.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-22 10:49 pm UTC (link)

First he was kissing her, then he wasn't, but before Claire could even recover enough to give him a questioning look he was back to kissing her - this time along her neck - and Claire let out a soft, obviously silent, moan of appreciation as she tilted her head back to grant him easier access. Her fingers slid up, not quite holding his head in place but certainly urging him on. Her hips, meanwhile, began to rock slightly of their own accord as a tingling of arousal began low in her stomach and soon began to spread outward.

She knew that they were quickly reaching a point where she was going to have to make a decision. Much further, especially with their state of undress, and they would be past the point of no return. And while a large part of her at the moment wanted to toss aside any doubt and simply go with it, another part of her knew she'd ultimately regret her first time being such a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Still, there was no reason to stop right this very minute. Not when his lips felt that good against her skin and especially not when she realized, however belatedly, that if she rocked her hips just so it brought about a whole new wave of pleasure that made her almost grateful for the lack of sound if only so the neighbors wouldn't hear her moan her approval.

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tipmeordie
2009-06-24 01:41 pm UTC (link)

The movement of Claire's hips like that caused Priestly to let out another silent moan, and this time, even though he couldn't hear it, it was her name that stopped in the back of his throat. He wasn't sure if she just didn't realize what, exactly, it was she was doing to him, or if Claire knew perfectly well what was going on. If it was the first, it still wouldn't take her very long to figure out with the way a bulge was forming in his boxers.

He tightened the hand he had in her hair just slightly before kissing back up and over to her lips, pressing his own hard against them once more. His free hand managed to slip just under the hem of her shirt, fingers drifting lightly across the skin of her lower back.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-06-25 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Claire was a virgin but she wasn't necessarily innocent. She knew, somewhere in the back of her hormonal-ridden mind, that she was getting Priestly worked up. She also knew that if they went much further, suddenly putting on the breaks wouldn't be very fair to him. Yet between the way he was kissing her, and the feel of his fingers against her bare skin, Claire couldn't for the life of her bring herself to pull away.

In fact, she didn't really care if they never stopped. She loved him, he loved her, they were alone, and there wasn't a single reason she could think of to stop. It wasn't like they had to worry about being interrupted. His roommate was nowhere in sight and if someone else were going to show up they would have done it by now. Even her family didn't have that bad of timing.

Wait. Her family. Her family, some of who lived on this very floor. Who were more than capable of stepping out onto their own patios and seeing her, and Priestly, covered in blood and... and...

With a gasp of realization, Claire broke the kiss and pressed lightly against Priestly's chest to signal it was most definitely time to stop. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks were flushed, and her body was trembling slightly with desire. Yet her eyes were shining with something almost akin to panic as she quickly glanced around. Part of her almost expected to see someone she knew - someone she was related to - standing there.

There wasn't, thank God, and by the time she'd looked back to her boyfriend she'd managed to get a grip on her worry and gave him an apologetic sort of smile as she slid off his lap onto shaky legs before running a hand through her hair to smooth down the tousled locks. Sorry, she mouthed before half-turning and pointing to one of the neighboring patios that led to the room where Peter currently and Nathan formerly - well, Gabriel, when he'd thought he was Nathan at least - resided.

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