Spence Forester (bloodhunter) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-09-06 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-14 |
A Willing Donor
Who: Spence and Hannah
When: Night
Where: A bar/Spence's house
NSFW
It had been a long couple of days, and Spence had been laying low since delivering the blood to Ezra. The police seemed to be making progress on the missing teenagers case, which was fine with Spence. He wasn't worried about getting caught, or even being a suspect. He'd done his job, and that was that. Unfortunately, he'd had to turn down a request from a fellow hunter to help with a black magic spell to try and locate the kids. He'd washed his hands of the entire thing, and he wasn't looking to jump into that mess again.
After work was over, Spence had gone home to shower and change before he went out. He was a bartender, and yes, he got sick of serving drinks, but he didn't get sick of drinking them. Obviously he didn't return to Anywhere But Here. If he wasn't working, he'd rather not visit that place. Instead he drove to one of the bars across town, which was where he sat now, alone and at the bar, drinking a scotch and checking the messages on his phone. He kept hoping Natalie would call, since he was getting restless and he wanted to see his son. But so far, nothing. Which meant he'd have to drop by unannounced, which would probably annoy her. But maybe he'd stop by during dinner again and invite himself to stay.
Hannah knew she had to work the next day with all things decorating, but she'd finished up everything she had to do before hand and was looking to celebrate a little now. So she ended up at a bar to do some drinking, and maybe a little dancing if she could find a fine specimen. Dressed to impress in a short black dress, hair pinned back and looking cute, she made her way to the bar and leaned over it to order herself a strawberry daiquiri. While the bartender made her drink, she took the time to glance around and found herself locking eyes with Spence. "Hey." she smiled. "Should be looking a little happier, hotstuff, you're in a bar. Happy, happy."
Spence happened to glance over at the girl ordering a fruity drink at the same time she turned to look at him. And then she was striking up a conversation and calling him 'hotstuff' before he could actually get back to his own business and scotch. With a faint, wry grin, Spence lifted his drink for her to see. "Perfectly happy at the moment, thanks."
"Then why are you checking your phone ever two seconds?" she questioned, giving him a flirty little grin. Leave it to Hannah to come on stronger than that scotch he was drinking. She never did quite know how to keep her flirting to herself and today was no different.
"Because I'm a very important man," Spence answered dryly as he pocketed his phone into the inside of his jacket. He wasn't immune to the flirtatious vibes she was giving off, but she looked a bit young for him. Obviously twenty one, at least, if she were in here ordering drinks, but still. "Besides, it could be worse," he said, sipping his drink again, "I could be completely transfixed on texting, which so many kids your age seem to be."
"Kids my age? Honey you act like I'm a teenager or something. I'm twenty-two years old and plenty mature for my age." Only maybe not really mature per say, but she was old enough to think for herself. "You almost seem to think you're like ancient or something. You can't be that old." she said, showing her ID to the bartender and paying him for the drink.
Spence shook his head with a small smirk. "Nah, I'm not ancient. Just older than you." It wasn't all that surprising that a twenty two year old was as flirty as she was. It had just been awhile since he'd been called 'hotstuff' or even 'honey' that wasn't a term of endearment from his wife. Ex-wife, he reminded himself, somewhat bitterly.
"So?" Hannah said, lifting her glass and taking a little sip. She let her tongue trail slowly over her upper lip to erase the trace of drink from her mouth before speaking again. "Like being a little older is bad. I like an older guy." she grinned.
He cocked an eyebrow and shot her a sidelong glance before he slipped his fingers around his glass to hold onto it. He didn't know if she was teasing him, or just coming on strong. "Who're you here with?" Spence asked, glancing over his shoulder, expecting to see a table of squealing blonde girls.
"Me, myself and I, honey." she smiled. Perhaps he would have seen a table of blonde girls, but not tonight. Of course there would have been a brunette too, but that was besides the point. She figured he was looking for her posse when he glanced over her shoulder. "You don't get the whole group today, sweetheart." Hannah said.
"Too bad. Groups more fun," he said with a snicker before straightening on his chair again and taking a drink from his glass. "Is this where I ask why a girl your age is at a bar, all alone, dressed like that?"
"I'm plenty of fun all by myself." Hannah grinned. "And I'm here to pick up a hot older guy." she teased, biting her bottom lip. "Or try to at least. How's it working so far?"
Oh lord. Spence didn't know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Did he look that easy? He shifted on his chair to face her more fully, his arm resting casually on the back of his chair. "I'm flattered, sweetheart, really, but we've been talking for about three minutes, and that equates to you trying to pick me up?"
"Honey, I haven't even begun to try and pick you up yet. I just wanted to see what kind of reaction you'd have to the thought of me trying to pick you up. See, if I'd really wanted to try and get you in the sack, which I might, though I'm undecided as of yet..." she said, settling herself on the seat beside him and folding one leg over the other. "I'd be doing a lot more petting and perhaps a little whispering and maybe a little... I dunno, teasing perhaps." she smiled. "But since you've already written me off, why bother wasting my time trying?" Hannah asked, obviously teasing as she lifted her glass to take another sip.
He nodded. "Fair enough, although I guess I should tell you right now that petting and teasing doesn't really work on me." Which was true enough. He found that kind of pick up job fairly humorous, more than sexy. Spence lifted his hand toward the bartender to order another scotch. "I'm much taken in by a woman who can be herself and not try and pull every trick out of the book... flirtatious smiles, licking her lips, batting the eyelashes. I'm well past the age where I'm a dummy for that stuff."
"Good thing I'm not trying all that then, huh?" Hannah said, setting her glass down and picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth with. "I'm Hannah, by the way." she said. "Hannah Cooper." And while she did have all those tricks normally, she supposed this train might be a lot harder to catch. Damn him and his maturity.
"Yeah, good thing," Spence said with a chuckle. "Nice to meet you Hannah Cooper. I'm Spence." She was already amusing him, but certainly not in a way that would no doubt turn annoying. He didn't mind the company, in fact, he welcomed it at this point. He spent way too many nights drinking alone.
"Spence." she repeated back. "Interesting name." She noted how he didn't give a last name with that first, but whatever, it didn't matter anyway because she would no doubt forget it. Her flighty brain didn't latch onto all the details, at least not when it came to men. "So what is it you do, Spence?" she questioned, arching a brow at him.
He made a small hum of acknowledgment when she complimented his name. If that's what she meant anyway. Spence didn't think she needed his last name. Minor details, after all. "I bartend," Spence answered, flashing her a small grin. "At Anywhere But Here across town. And you?"
She smiled. "I've probably seen you around before." she said. "I come in there every once in a while. I'm a student at the university and I'm an interior designer." Hannah told him.
If she came into the bar, then yeah, she might have seen him. He didn't remember her, but he didn't say so. Women were so easily offended by small things. "An interior designer? Is that decorating other people's homes?" Spence wondered what she would say if she saw his place. It was sparse and devoid of anything that would make it a home, other than the photos of Daniel.
"Homes, businesses, sometimes offices." Hannah said. "I'm working on the Inn now actually. Some redecorating, a few little additions here and there." she smiled.
"Sounds exciting," Spence said, only it didn't sound all that exciting whatsoever. But he was a man - a straight man - so he had no interest in decorations. He pushed his empty glass away before wrapping his fingers of his right hand around his new drink, his wedding band tapping against the glass as he looked over at Hannah again. "What are you in school for?"
"Design and things like that." she smiled. "Helps with the job after all." Hearing that light little clink, Hannah's eyes drew down to that band around his finger. Married. Hmm. Perhaps separated. "Married?" she asked, nodding at the ring. She wasn't one to just let things go or mind her business. Hannah honestly didn't care if he was married or not if he felt the need to run to another woman, he shouldn't be in the first place.
"Ah." He picked up his drink to his lips before he cocked an eyebrow at her question, temporarily distracted from the alcohol. His eyes shifted to the ring on his finger before he grinned. "It's on my right hand. Maybe it's just a ring," Spence said, avoiding the question.
"It's a wedding ring. It's on the right hand because you're probably separated. The fact that you still wear it all means that maybe you don't want it to be that way." Hannah said. "I'm young, not naive." she assured him.
"I'm divorced," he corrected before taking a long drink of the scotch. He didn't comment on why he still wore the ring, because it was really none of her business. The smile Spence flashed Hannah was humorless. "You don't want the details."
"If you're divorced, the details don't matter." Hannah smiled, sipping her drink and shrugging a little. "Her loss. Perhaps if I play my cards right, could be my gain."
It was actually his loss, because there was no one else like Natalie. He would have said so, if he thought it mattered. "For all you know, I could be a jackass," Spence pointed out. "I could be a womanizer, or abusive. I wouldn't be so quick to call it your gain, unless you know what you're getting into."
"I'm smart enough to handle myself, I'm the female equivalent of a womanizer and jackasses sometimes have the best stamina." Hannah grinned. "Any other excuses you'd like to throw at me?"
"You think they're excuses?" Spence shot back. "What if I told you I'm looking for a deep, meaningful relationship, and that I'm saving myself until I get married again?" Clearly, that wasn't true, since he was smirking against his glass before he took another sip.
"Then I'd tell you that I've never had a deep, meaningful relationship in my life and bid you adieu, baby, because I'm definitely not right for you." Hannah said truthfully. "But seeing as your divorced, and probably at least sometime recently, I doubt you're looking for anything deep and meaningful yet. You're probably looking for something that allows you to blow off steam. Or something that'll blow you." she winked.
"At least you're not trying to change your story to keep my attention." Spence set his glass down and ran a hand over his face. He was weary, and tired. And at the moment, he had no intentions of taking home a twenty two year old girl. Girls like that tended to get possessive and full of romantic thoughts, no matter what they might claim to believe beforehand. He finally looked at her, really looked at her rather than sidelong glances. "What makes you think I'm looking for anything?"
"Never said you were." Hannah told him. "You may possibly be looking for nothing more than that drink in your hand and some quiet, til I barged into your space and filled it up with chatter. And I could be sorry, but I'm not really, so I won't lie to you and say you are. All I'm saying is that I wouldn't be opposed to helping you forget the ex, even if it's just for a few hours." she smiled. "Or I could walk away and leave you to your scotch."
"Might be a little too early for me to decide that," Spence admitted with a grin. "I know I'm sitting in a bar, alone, and drinking my sorrows away, but rarely do I go home with women I barely know. This day and age, you never know who you're bringing to your bed." Though it was nice and flattering to have an attractive girl like this hitting on him, more or less. It had been awhile since he'd had sex, since he was usually preoccupied with work, hunting, or his son.
"Well what's your stance on the supernatural?" Hannah asked him. She might as well get his opinion before outing herself. Not that she was ashamed either way, but if he said he didn't like supernaturals, she could just get up and be on her merry way.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't have a set stance. It all depends on each individual case." Especially for him. He was a witch, but he was also a blood hunter. It benefited him to know who was what in this town, and beyond it.
"Well how do you feel about elementals?" she asked, arching a brow at him and uncrossing her legs, prepared to give him the finger and walk off should his answer be something less than satisfactory. People were entitled to their opinion, but that didn't mean that Hannah had to like it.
"Again, it's based on individual cases," Spence replied, his interest suddenly piqued. He wondered what element she was. She had to be an elemental, otherwise she wouldn't be choosing that particular supernatural type. Elemental blood went for a pretty penny, and he knew Ezra would take the elemental blood in lieu of the other blood he'd deemed unsatisfactory. "I don't judge on supernatural blood, sweetheart. It's the person I judge."
That answer was good enough to satisfy Hannah. "Well I'm an air elemental." she said. "Just so you know. Not fair to not let you know who you're dealing with right?" she smiled. She was sure even if she hadn't told him, if he knew anything about air elementals, he would eventually figure out which kind she was.
"Air elementals aren't so much of a threat," Spence said with a smirk. "But thanks for informing me ahead of time. Sorry to say I can't give you anything worthwhile in return. Sadly I'm a boring, old human. Nothing special here." He was already wondering if Ezra would accept elemental blood. It'd almost be worth it to take her somewhere, fuck her, and then manage to get some blood from her somehow. Which meant that side of him that had cut out his conscience long ago was starting to resurface.
"I can be very dangerous, thank you very much." Hannah said with a teasing little smirk. "You just don't know me very well yet." Lifting her glass again, she took a long drink and sat it back down, dabbing her mouth with her napkin. "There's nothing wrong with being a human." she smiled. "There are plenty of people like me who'd love to be a person like you."
"And plenty of people like me who wished they were like you," he countered. She didn't strike him as dangerous whatsoever, though he knew that didn't mean anything. Sometimes the most innocent people were the most threatening. Then again, Spence supposed he could be seen as threatening. But that was only when he had a debt to pay. And Spence hated being in debt to anyone. He cocked his head to the side, studying her closely. "I find it difficult to believe an attractive girl your age has to troll bars for men."
"I don't have to." she smiled. "I'm not really trolling the bar either. I came in legitimately for a drink, you just happened to catch my attention." she explained. Hey, at least he thought she was attractive, that was definitely a step in the right direction.
"Dressed like that?" Spence asked, his gaze drifting down over her dress. "Most women don't go into a bar in a little black dress with only the intent to get a drink. Besides, you already told me you were here to pick up a hot, older guy."
Hannah smirked. "Baby, I always dress like this. Maybe not always in black, but I always dress like I'm picking up a guy, or a girl, whatever. I mean you never know who you're going to run into. Besides, I'm not like most women. And yes, I did say I was here to pick up a hot older guy, but that's not what I initially came in here for." she smiled. "Just happens to be my game plan now."
Guy or a girl? That was interesting. Spence shot her his signature cocky grin. "Well, at least you make sure you're prepared for whatever might happen, or whoever you happen to meet. And if I would have rejected you straight out, I assume you'd have set your eyes on someone else to give it a go?"
"I might have pouted a little. But you haven't rejected me, so what's the point of thinking about that?" Hannah asked with a smile. "I might have given someone else a go but... I dunno. I could just have went home." she teased.
"Well, it's a good thing you stayed," Spence said with a smile. He was definitely more receptive to her now than he had been prior. Now that he knew he could benefit from her somehow. "Can I buy you another drink?"
Well that was definitely a change of direction that she liked. "Sure." she smiled, finishing off the one that she already had. "Surprise me." Hannah smirked.
Spence ordered her a Tom Collins, since she liked the fruity stuff, and that wasn't as hard as scotch, in Spence's opinion. "Did you drive yourself?" he asked casually, all of his attention now focused on Hannah. His brain was already going through the steps to get her alone, subdue her, and take a few vials.
"I took a cab. Didn't want to be wasted and trying to get home. No need to tempt fate after all." Hannah smiled, lightly running her fingertips over the rim of the glass the bartender put in front of her.
"Attractive and responsible," Spence said with a grin. "Good to know. I can always give you a ride home, if you need it." It didn't matter where they went, since he had the materials he needed to take some blood in the trunk of his car.
"You could." Hannah nodded. "And I could invite you in, but I have a roommate so I'm not sure you'd want to be all quiet." she smirked. Lifting the glass, she took a little sip and arched a brow at him.
He shrugged and sipped from his glass. "I could just take you back to my place then. That way no one has to be quiet..." Which was pretty forward of him, but there was no sense in beating around the bush when he had a plan in his head now. Why waste time on being coy?
Hannah bit her bottom lip and inwardly applauded herself for getting what she wanted. "Sounds like a plan." she said, taking another long drink. "I'm ready when you are."
Reaching into his back pocket, Spence pulled out his wallet to tug out a few bills, tossing them on the bar top to pay for their drinks. He stood up from the chair and stepped back with a motion to let her pass. "Ladies first," he said with a smile. If he did everything properly, he could drop something in her drink at his place to knock her out long enough to get some blood. He just had to decide whether or not that would be before or after sex.
Taking one last sip of her drink, Hannah collected her purse and headed out in front of Spence. Tonight was going to be interesting, for sure. "Which car is yours?"
"The Mustang at the end of the parking lot," he told her, motioning toward the car. He pulled out his keys and began to walk in it's direction while pulling out his phone to check his messages again. There was the thought that he could pull over somewhere dark and vacant, rather than taking her to his place. But she might not appreciate that as much.
Hannah smiled and headed over to the mustang, not bothering to comment about his phone and the messages he might be checking for. "Nice car." she noted.
"I know." Grinning, Spence used the key to unlock the car before opening the door and climbing inside. He leaned over to unlock her door from his seat before he slipped his phone back into his jacket. "Do you have anyone expecting you home tonight?"
Hannah climbed into the car and pulled her seat belt across her lap as she answered the man's question. "Nope. I can just text Monica and let her know I'm not coming home. She won't be sending a search party for me though." she smiled.
Spence wondered if she realized how stupid that was to say, especially to a strange man she barely knew. No one expecting her home, a roommate who wouldn't think to look for her if she didn't show up. If Spence were any worse off than he was, Hannah could have been bled dry, driven out of town and buried for quite some time before someone would have thought to look for her. But he wasn't a murderer, and thankfully he was nowhere near even imagining doing something that horrible. His dad or brother? Now they might.
He slipped the key into the ignition and started up the car, not bothering with his seat belt. "Definitely good to know," Spence said finally, pulling out of the spot and heading off toward his house.
She didn't much care how stupid it might be to say what she had. Hannah was sometimes a lot more trusting that she should be. That or maybe it was just her wild side showing. Living a little dangerously and just letting things happen. Besides, she felt like she could take care of herself.
It didn't take long for Spence to drive them both to his house. It was a two bedroom ranch... small, but comfortable enough for one person. He drove up into his driveway before turning off the car and glancing at her. "I have only one request from you... don't get any interior designer ideas when you see my place."
Hannah smirked a little at that and nodded. "I promise not to redecorate or have any ideas of redecorating while I'm here." she assured him. "My brain is too full of stuff for the Inn anyway. You're safe." she assured him as she climbed out of the car.
"Appreciated." He chuckled and shut his door, leading her up the cement walkway to his door. He unlocked it and stepped inside, flipping on the light switch. He didn't have anything bad out for her to see, as most of his things were always locked away. "Do you want something to drink? I don't have any margarita mix, sadly, but I've got bourbon."
Following Spence inside, Hannah did a quick glance around. Typical bachelor pad it seemed. Not too much, not to little. Just the normal everyday things. "Sure." she said with a little upturning of her lips. "Whatever you got is good for me."
Spence pulled off his jacket and set it on the back of the sofa before wandering into the small kitchen. He pulled out two glasses and grabbed the bourbon from the counter. "Have a seat if you'd like," Spence told her before opening the freezer to get the ice cubes out.
Have a seat she did, folding one leg over the other and letting her eyes wander once again. It was easier to take in everything when he wasn't paying attention to her. It was a nice place that he had. Devoid of as much style as it could potentially have, but with Hannah, most places felt that way. She wondered how long he'd been separated, but she knew better than to ask. How many girls actually got laid if they continued to talk about the past a man didn't want to relive?
Spence opened one of the smaller cupboards in his kitchen, pushing back through the mundane things like sugar and salt to grab the small bottle of dissolvable pills that would help sedate her. She might pass out, or she might just get extremely woozy. Either way, it'd help get whatever blood he needed from her. He began to pour the bourbon into the glasses, glancing over his shoulder at her. He felt like he ought to make some small talk, but it was hard to muster up the desire. "So do you have any family in town?" Spence asked. There. He made an effort.
"No." Hannah said. "I'm from Kansas. All my family is back there." Completely distractable Hannah didn't even notice him slip the pills into her drink. She probably would when she started feeling woozy, but for now she was blissfully oblivious.
"Why'd you move here?" he asked absently, popping the cap of the pills and dropping only one into her glass. It began to dissolve immediately, and he put the bottle back up into the cupboard, shutting the door quietly.
"To get away from that quiet." she shrugged. "I was a little too spacey and out there for my parents sometimes. I'm surprised they lasted the whole time I was there without going completely nuts. I applied to a bunch of colleges and I thought this place might be interesting and well, here I am."
"From Kansas to Scarlet Oak... I would have thought someone would move to New York City or Los Angeles to get away from quiet." He picked up their drinks and carried them into the living room, handing Hannah the tainted one before he sat.
"Well it can be quiet here too." she agreed. "And I don't mind that part much. I sort of just wanted to get away from everything I was used to." she explained. "The quiet, yes, but also my parents and the corn fields and all that crap. I'm not a farm girl. Never have been." Hannah said, taking the glass from Spence and lifting it to her lips for a little sip. "What about you? Have you always lived here?"
He grinned at her, studying her face. She definitely didn't look or act like a farm girl, that was for sure. He sipped his drink and shook his head. "Not always. I was born in Ohio. Moved here when I got married. You know, small town, white picket fence... all that bull." Which he missed, and still wanted. "Even after the divorce, I decided to stay. It's not a bad place to live."
"What about the ex-wife?" Hannah questioned. "Did she decide to stay too?" Perhaps not the best question to ask the man she may or may not end up sleeping with that night - though she was hoping for the former since she was at his house - but Hannah never really paid much attention to what was right.
Spence nodded, not offering anything more than that. He wasn't about to talk about Natalie, or mention his son. He was protective, and he barely knew this woman. "We're on decent terms," he said before grinning again. "What about you? Any exes roaming the streets?"
"I don't do relationships." she smirked. "I'm sure there are people walking the streets that I know and have had a wonderful time with." she grinned. "But perhaps you can one up said people." Hannah teased.
"Gotcha." He laughed and sipped his drink again. "I don't know about one upping a 'wonderful' time. That's a lot of pressure for a guy like me."
"Aww, come on now, you have to have more faith in yourself than that." Hannah smirked. "I'm sure you've got plenty of 'wonderful' left in you, sweetheart. All that wonderful just waiting to escape." And preferably soon because talking about it was making Hannah want to just straddle the man and go to town.
Spence cocked an eyebrow. "I don't let all that wonderfulness build up," he told her. He wasn't a monk, by any means. He knew he was good in bed, and that wasn't arrogance or conceit. "How's your drink?"
"Fine." she said, taking another little sip before setting the drink down on the coffee table. The effects of the pills hadn't happened yet, perhaps because she hadn't drank a whole lot of the tainted liquid just yet. "Well it's good that you don't let all the wonderful build up. You very well may explode if you did something like that."
"There are other means of release," Spence reminded her with a small laugh. He sipped his drink again before setting his glass down beside hers. "Maybe I'm just too particular in my tastes." She was blonde. Spence preferred brunettes. Not that he discriminated, but brunettes reminded him of Natalie, and it was just easier to get the blood pumping that way.
That got a little smile from her. "Yes, yes there are." she agreed, turning to face the man. "Just how particular are you?" she questioned. Obviously not too particular to leave her in the bar. Of course he hadn't even touched her yet so she couldn't really say he had plans to do more than just sit and talk with her. God wouldn't that be boring?
Spence sighed and managed a faint smile in her direction before he leaned back against the couch. "Pretty particular," he said honestly. "You're really not my type whatsoever... no offense. You're beautiful, and you seem sweet enough. But this is the most I've spoken to a one night stand, if that tells you anything."
"Then why bother bringing me home?" Hannah questioned, arching a brow at him. "You could have saved yourself the trouble and just left me at the bar." She didn't see the point in bringing someone home that you weren't attracted to.
Spence grinned. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her. He was. Not every guy only slept with women that met their preferences. Sex was sex, no matter who it was with, right? "Because you're an air elemental," he said, unsure of why he was being honest with her now. Maybe he was feeling devious? Maybe he was being stupid. It could have been the liquor. Who knew?
"So you want something from me then, huh?" Hannah asked him. "So what are you that it'd matter about me being an elemental. Either you want my blood or you want my blood. Vampire I doubt since I haven't seen fangs and the only other option is that you wanna sell my blood to a vampire. Am I right? You could have just said that."
Spence blinked at her, surprised at how quickly she caught on. And then his lips curved into a little smirk. "You know, I could have just had really bad asthma, and being around an air elemental helps me breathe better?" Okay, so that was extremely lame, but hey, he didn't have to be a blood hunter, right?
"Right." she said, rolling her eyes. "Like I believe that. So were you going to like tie me up and take it or ask really, really nicely?" she questioned, arching a brow at Spence.
"I was going to drug you," he said, still smirking at her. What the hell, if she already knew. And she wasn't running off screaming. If she had been, he'd have to threaten her, or do something worse. And Spence wasn't in the mood for that.
Hannah's eyes drifted to the glass that he'd fixed her. "Well guess you're going to be stuck with me til morning since I drank that." she said. Her eyes drifted back to him again and she shrugged. "How much do you want?" she asked. "And why exactly? I'm curious."
Spence licked his lips, and glanced at the glass as well. "You didn't drink too much, but yeah, I wasn't going to kick you out afterward." He ran a hand through his hair. "I was going to take two vials. I'm in debt to another hunter, and this would have eased some of that." He grinned, though it held no humor. "Blood hunting feels like the mafia sometimes. You don't want to be indebted to one another."
"So you just stick me like a doctor would?" she questioned. "And is that before or after I get laid because if it's before, I might not have enough energy to do more than just lay there." Hannah warned with a little smile.
"I wasn't sure," Spence said with a laugh. "If I was going to take your blood, more than likely I'd put you in my bed and sleep on the couch so you could sleep it off. It's pretty much the way doctors do it, yes." He eyed her for a moment. "And I could be putting myself at major risk just by talking to you about this."
"It's not like I'm going to run out and tell the world what you do." Hannah assured him. "What good would that do me?" she questioned. "None at all. I'm not going to tell anyone. No risk." Especially not when it didn't benefit her in the slightest to let his secret out.
"Good. I'd hate to have to be a jerk to you," Spence said simply. And by jerk, he meant an asshole of epic proportions. That probably included physical harm, and he hated doing shit like that.
"Well you won't have to." Hannah shrugged. "And I'm not drinking the rest of that." she added, motioning to the glass. "So if you're wanting to do this, I'm gonna be coherent for it."
He would have laughed at her, but the fact that it sounded like she was almost willing sort of took her by surprise. Rarely did he ever run into someone willing to donate, unless they were getting something in return. "You're willing to do this voluntarily?" Spence asked, clearly skeptical. "What do you want out of it?"
"You're a man, a blood hunter, you probably have god knows how many weapons here. You had the thought to drug me to get it. How am I supposed to fight you off if I say no?" she asked. "Isn't it less strenuous if I just say 'okay' and let you take it?"
"If you say no now, I'm not going to force you," Spence told her calmly. "You know what I am not. If I force you, I'd probably have to end up doing something much worse, just to ensure that you don't go to the cops. I'd rather not do that." His blue eyes studied her intently. "If you're willing to give me some of your blood, I'm willing to pay you."
Pay her? For her blood? Well that was interesting. "Isn't that like blood prostituting?" she teased. "I'm willing to give you some of my blood." she told him. "So how do we do this?"
"I guess you could see it that way," Spence said, grimacing lightly at the thought, but hey, he supposed if the shoe fit. "I won't call you a hooker, if that makes you feel better." He got up from the couch. "Stay here, I'll get my things." He kept most of his supplies in his bedroom closet, hidden away. It would certainly give her time to run for it, if that's what she chose to do. He wouldn't have blamed her if it was.
Hannah thought about it. Getting up and leaving. Disappearing before he had the chance to get back to her. But she didn't. She stayed right where she was and waited patiently for him to return. She didn't care if it was a form of prostituting. He was no better than her because he was willing to pay someone for their blood.
Spence returned a few minutes later with a small box. He had sterilized needles, alcohol swabs and vials inside. Glancing at her, he cocked an eyebrow and sat down again. "Are you sure about this? You don't have to do it. I'm giving you a free pass out of here."
"If I wanted to leave, I would have left as soon as you walked away." she pointed out. "So if you want my blood, you should stop talking about it and just do it already. Are you this bad about questions during sex too?" Hannah teased.
Setting the box on the coffee table near her bourbon, Spence laughed. "Okay, yeah... I'll shut up now. And no, I don't ask questions during sex. I'm not much of a talker at all during sex. Or anywhere else, for that matter." He flipped open the box. "Can't blame me for trying to be a gentleman about the whole thing."
Hannah smiled a little at that and glanced at her arm. "All that stuff is sterile, right?" she asked. The last thing she wanted was to get some disease from all of this. He didn't look like the type of guy to reuse needles, but looks could be deceiving."
"Of course it is. I'd never reuse needles," Spence promised. "You can inspect all this stuff if you'd rather do that." Despite himself, Spence had to admit he had some growing respect for this girl. Maybe because she was so willing to give him her blood without panicking and freaking out over it. It certainly didn't seem like it was bothering her.
The fact that he was willing to let her inspect the needles had her believing him. He wouldn't have offered if she'd find any trace of reusing materials. "I believe you." she said. "Which arm? This one?" Since the one she offered out was closer to him than the other.
"Whichever... if you go to the doctor, whichever arm they tend to use." He got his things together, pulling out an alcohol swab to wipe down the inside of her arm. "This is kind of strange for me," Spence admitted. "No one's ever offered before. At least no one like you."
Hannah offered out the arm closest to him and shrugged, giving him a little smile. "I've never been one to follow the crowd. Just don't go around advertising me to all the other hunters you know. I only have so much blood." she pointed out.
"I don't advertise to anyone, hunters or no." Grabbing the elastic band, he wrapped it around her arm to get the veins more prominent. "I won't even ask you for this again." Spence grinned at her. "Unless you want it, of course."
"Maybe we can work something out." Hannah smirked teasingly, shrugging the shoulder that wasn't attached to the arm he was working with. "I just don't need a bunch of people showing up at my door trying to pump me dry." That would be bad. Very, very bad.
Spence couldn't help the snicker that escaped. There were so many things he could say in response to that. None of which were appropriate. "Not going to be an issue, sweetheart." He tore open an alcohol swab and wiped her arm with it quickly before he pulled away to ready the needle and vial. "We'll say you're all exclusive to me."
He was so dirty minded and Hannah couldn't help but smirk at him for it. "Is it worth a lot?" she questioned him, arching a brow. "I've never really gotten to talk to any one who sells it, obviously. Always been a little curious. It must fetch a hefty sum... elemental blood. For vampires usually, right?" Hannah asked.
"It's worth enough," he told her. "Elemental blood is pretty high market. Not as much as were blood, or siren blood, but... definitely up there." He got the needle ready, focused on the task at hand while he answered her questions. "Mostly vampires, yes. The majority of my clients are vamps. Some are blood witches."
Hannah nodded a little and decided not to question him further while he had that needle in his hand. She didn't like needles. At all. She glanced away while he stuck the needle into her and closed her eyes. "Needles really suck, ya know that?"
"Yeah." He used them a lot. A lot. They didn't bother him, but he understood some people were squeamish. He started pulling the vial back, watching it fill with blood. "So how advanced are you?" Spence figured talking to her about something other than needles might help.
"I can change the direction of winds." she told him. "And tell what the weather is going to be like. I can smell better than most people. And if I try really hard I can focus on a single sound or like voices." she explained. When she listed those things out like that, it made her feel a lot more powerful than she usually did. "It's actually pretty handy sometimes. I never have to watch the news to see when it's going to rain or anything like that." Hannah said.
"So pretty advanced," Spence said with a small grin, unhooking the vial to replace it with a new one. He moved swiftly and gracefully, as he'd been doing this for many, many years. "Does it run in your family?"
"Neither of my parents were." she said, shaking her head. "Maybe further back than that. I don't know. They're both really quiet and laid back and then boom, here I come all loud and bouncy. I don't know how they survived the first year to be honest."
"I can imagine that's why you wanted to move." Air elementals had a reputation for being, well loud and bouncy. And somewhat scatterbrained from time to time. Spence withdrew the needle and pressed a small cotton ball to her arm. "Hold that in place," he instructed before turning to cap the last vial and take both to the kitchen to put in the fridge until he could pass it off to Ezra. "You feel okay?"
Hannah did as he asked, holding the cotton ball to her arm and remaining still. When he came back she nodded. "Yeah. Glad I ate before I headed out tonight." she smiled. "No fainting. Lucky you."
"I've dealt with fainters before," he said, returning to the living room and grabbing some adhesive tape to place over the cotton ball and hold it in place. Spence sat down next to her again, and brushed his fingers over her hair by her ear. "Thanks. This is kind of strange for me, but I appreciate it."
Well then, the first touch of the night. A light little brush of fingertips over her blonde hair. That got a smile from him. "You're welcome." she said first. "It's kinda strange for me too. I've never given a hunter my blood, willingly or otherwise. Guess you should feel special for being my first." Hannah winked.
"Yeah..." He pulled his hand back and grinned. "How much are you looking for?" Since he still planned on paying her for it. Anything to get out of Ezra's debt.
She shrugged. "A night with you when you forget that you don't prefer women who look like me." Hannah smiled. "If I don't get paid for it, I'll feel a little less... slutty I guess." Not that she really cared what he might perceive her as, slutty or otherwise, but she didn't feel right taking his money. Coming all the way to his place to give blood though needed something in return and well, she wanted him. At least at the moment.
"So you'd take sex over money?" Spence asked, cocking an eyebrow. He wondered if that would make her feel less slutty somehow. But if that's what she preferred, who was he to say no? Spence stood up and offered his hand to her. He might feel strange about it, but he wasn't going to turn her down.
"I think I'd take sex over just about anything." she smirked. Hannah was who she was and she liked what she liked. Free spirited and uncommitted. That was just the way she'd always been. Settling down wasn't an option, so why not have fun? She got up slowly from the couch and took his hand. "Unless of course you don't want the sex."
Sliding his fingers through hers, Spence led her back the narrow hallway to his bedroom. "What kind of man would I be if I said I didn't want sex?" He did. It had been awhile, but the fact that he had spoken to her, in depth, and taken her blood prior sort of threw him off. He was used to a few drinks, and then finding a solid surface to fuck on. This was different.
"One that wouldn't know what he was missing." Hannah smiled, letting him lead her to the bedroom. She usually didn't talk much to one night stand partners either. She definitely didn't give them blood, but what the hell, he was hot.
His bedroom wasn't much to look at. He had a simple dresser, a mattress and box spring that was missing a headboard, and one bedside table. He kept things clean, but he wasn't much for decorating. Pulling her inside, Spence took a moment to pause and turn toward her, slipping one arm around her waist to pull her close. She smelled nice, and he tried to put it out of his mind how young she was.
Now they were talking. She smiled up at him, liking that he pulled her towards him and pretty much had the upper hand. It was nice to get lost in things like this. She bit her bottom lip through a little grin and slid her arms around his neck. "Well now, this is nice." she murmured.
Spence couldn't help but wonder briefly if he was the prostitute here. He'd gotten blood, and was repaying her for it with sex. Wasn't that the same as giving someone sex and receiving money for it? Oh well, it didn't really matter. Ducking his head, Spence kissed her finally, letting his hands rest comfortably on her hips.
Hannah pressed herself against him, letting her lips fix on his when he kissed her. He tasted as good as she thought he might. That lingering liquor still on his mouth. That just seemed to make it an even better kiss. "Mmm." she murmured against his mouth.
Despite his initial apprehensions, Spence let himself sink into the kiss, determined to just feel it instead of thinking about it. He had this issue every time he was with a woman. That guilty feeling, like he was cheating. He wondered if Natalie had men in her life. No, he wasn't going there, otherwise his temper would spike and this whole thing would be ruined. Spence pushed at the straps of Hannah's dress, sliding them down her shoulders slowly.
Hannah smiled a little against his lips reaching behind herself with one hand to unzip the back ot the dress and allow it to be pushed down. Her bra was strapless, red and lacy and the panties she wore matched it. She knew she'd be in someone's bed tonight, she was just a little more proud of the someone she'd nabbed this time. Older men were so dang sexy.
Spence couldn't help but appreciate the way she looked. Clearly she had been expecting something like this to happen... although he had respect for women who liked to feel sexy every day of the week, no matter what they were out doing. Spence released her long enough to pull his t-shirt up over his head and discard it. His hands slipped around her waist again and he turned to lead her to the bed, his mouth on hers again, a bit more demanding this time.
Good boy. she couldn't help but think. He seemed much more into it now and maybe he just might forget that he was a divorced man for a little while at least. Hannah planned to give him a good time if nothing else. Make him remember that he was desirable. Damn desirable. Her fingers slid down his chest to his pants and worked the fastenings loose. The heels she wore remained on her feet for the moment. Maybe he'd like that. If not, she'd just take them off eventually.
He wasn't really thinking about his marriage, or lack thereof, at the moment. He was instead letting his hands roam over her body, his fingers sliding against smooth, bare skin. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her more intimately until they reached the edge of his bed. Spence nudged her, wanting her to lay back as he got rid of his jeans, socks and shoes himself. She could definitely leave the heels on for now.
She did as he seemed to want her to do, laying back on the bed and pushing herself back a bit so she could watch him. He was so pretty. So very, very pretty. Hannah lightly bit her lip in concentration as her eyes roamed over his body. He was very well built for an older man. She wanted to just rip his clothes off of him, but she held herself back.
Spence probably would have been somewhat irked to be referred to as an 'older man'. Sure he was older than her, but to him, thirty one was still pretty young. And he worked out, and kept himself fit. It was all part of the job. Ridding himself of his clothes, Spence placed a knee on the bed and leaned over her, ducking his head to capture her lips again. He'd get to it soon enough, he just wanted to enjoy kissing another woman for awhile.
Hannah wasn't about to complain about kissing. God no, not when he was so darn good at it. Her arms slid up around his neck, holding him there against her. She ran her tongue lightly over his lower lip before begging for access to his mouth and letting it find his.
Slipping an arm under her back, he lifted her up from the mattress long enough to unclasp her bra. He released her and began to pull it off her arms, possessing her mouth with a fierceness he hadn't shown before. It had been awhile, so this probably wouldn't take as long as he wanted it to, but damned if he wasn't going to enjoy himself in the process. Spence pulled away from her just enough to start tugging her panties down her hips.
He wasted no time getting to the point and that lit Hannah up like a candelabra. She lifted her hips enough to allow him to tug her panties down and off. The the fierceness was damn sexy and he could keep going with it for as long as he wanted.
Discarding her own clothes, Spence returned to kissing Hannah, finally resting his body down fully upon hers. She was soft and warm, which was a damn nice contrast to sleeping alone in a cold bed night after night. He let his hand drift down her side, slipping between them to press between her legs.
Hannah's mouth drifted away from his and her head tipped back when he touched her. A soft little cry escaping her before she could hold it in. Not that she really tried all that hard to hold it in at all. Him touching her felt way too good to hold anything back, including the noises he urged from her.
She definitely felt ready for him. Spence groaned deep in his throat at the feel of her around his fingers. Hot, slick and tight. Bending down, he drew a nipple between his teeth, slipping two fingers deep into her heat. He was already thinking about how it would feel to sink into her, but right now, he wanted to make it good for her too.
She arched her chest against the warmth of his mouth. "Fuck..." she whispered. The man knew what he was doing, that was for sure. He seemed to actually care about how she felt and that gave Spence more points that he would probably know what to do with.
Spence smirked against her breast at that particular word. So many women stayed silent in the bedroom, or were too reserved to be vocal. She apparently was not one of them. His thumb brushed against her clit before massaging it firmly. He refocused, drawing her nipple back into his mouth and sucking gently.
Hannah was definitely not a quiet one. She never had been especially not in the bedroom and the moan that he forced out of her at that press against her clit was testament to that fact. "Spence." she mumbled as she rolled her hips up against his hand. He was trying to make her explode apparently and doing a fine job of it.
He did nothing more than work her, slipping his fingers in and out of her swiftly, his thumb pressed against her. His teeth bit gently at her nipple before he lifted his head to kiss her fully on the mouth. Spence could tell she was close and he wasn't going to pull away until he felt her come around his fingers.
Fuck yes she was close and as soon as he bit her, he nearly shoved her over that edge. She was so dangerously close. Writhing against his hand, she finally met her end when he pressed his lips to hers. She cried out against his mouth. "Fuck..." she almost growled.
Spence nipped at her bottom lip, his heart pounding hard in his chest from arousal. He could feel her pulsating around his fingers and he groaned again, glancing down her body. She was already somewhat flushed, and he knew exactly what it would feel like to bury himself inside of her. Pulling away, Spence rolled over to get into his nightstand drawer to grab a condom.
The way he looked over her made her body heat up even more and she let out another little groan when he pulled away. At least he was going for a condom, that meant another perfect orgasm was going to come from tonight and she honestly couldn't wait for it.
Ripping the package open, Spence shifted back toward Hannah, slipping the condom on quickly. It hadn't taken all that long for him to get hard. He'd been halfway there just from that little black dress coming off. Shifting back on top of her, he pressed his lips to her mouth, his body aligning against hers.
Hannah was practically purring beneath him as she teasingly rolled her hips against his. "God..." she whispered. "You're so hard." Yes she was stroking his ego. Why not? Make him feel like he was attractive because he was and needed to know. "I want you to fuck me." she whispered, nipping his lower lip. "You want me, don't you?"
Spence was well aware of how hard he was, but her comment had him smirking against her lips regardless. There was a distinctive difference between bedding a young woman in her twenties, and a woman closer to his own age. Not that he preferred one or the other. Spence pressed his lips to hers, using his knee to part her thighs. Reaching between their bodies, he guided himself into her, thrusting in one smooth motion until he was buried as deeply as he could go.
God that was good. "Spence..." she murmured out as he thrust into her. Her legs immediately tangled around his waist like a vine crawling up a fence post. Hannah rolled her hips against his lightly, but settled for just letting herself get used to the feel of him inside of her.
It was good. It was pretty damn good, actually. Spence groaned deep in his throat before he began to move against her. He was feeling pretty high on himself, having a few drinks inside of him, getting blood willingly, and then getting laid. If he couldn't have the things he desperately wanted in life, this was a pretty close second. Spence braced himself above her, his eyes on her face as he pushed deep within her again.
Hannah let out a gasp as he started to move. Each little press of his hips against hers sent lightning bolts up her spine. Her lips parted in a near constant stream of little whimpers and moans. He knew what he was doing. More so than the guys her age. They all seemed to want to rut as fast as they could and just get it over with, and while that sometimes was alright, Hannah liked the pace Spence had chosen much more.
Spence had his moments where he simply wanted to race to completion, but that was usually when he was a lot more drunk than he was at the moment. And there was less talking with the woman prior to the sex. He was enjoying himself now, closing his eyes and feeling that shiver in his spine every time he sunk into her. Spence began to press his hips harder against her, realizing that his lazy pace would have to quicken here soon, but he was trying to draw it out as long as he could.
After a moment of letting him have the control, Hannah shifted her legs away from his waist and gave his shoulders a push. It wasn't so much the force that would roll him over, but the surprise that she knew she had on her side. He probably figured she'd just let him do his thing, but Hannah wanted a little control in this too. On top was so much more fun. Besides, she was sure he wouldn't mind the lovely view of her chest anyway.
He wasn't aware of what she was doing at first, but once he was able to get past the hazy arousal clouding his brain, Spence shifting easily so that Hannah could slip on top of him. He liked this position, being able to watch a woman have her way over him. His hands moved to her hips where he gripped her flesh tightly. Spence thrust himself up into her, not wanting to stop for even a second.
Hannah let out a sharp cry when he started to thrust into her, but she quickly caught up and ground her body right back against those thrusts. He hand pressed lightly against his chest to keep her balance and the other slid upwards over her body to her breasts, lightly cupping one and letting her fingers find her nippe to give it a little pinch. "Oh god..." she whispered, eyes finding his once more. He definitely knew what he was doing and she hoped he wouldn't stop.
Spence had no intention of stopping, thank you very much. He was too caught up in the sensations coursing through his body that he wasn't sure he could stop even if he wanted to. With his jaw clenched, Spence lifted his hips to push inside of her at a hard, but smooth pace. His eyes were heavy, but he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from her hand, currently fondling her breast. Most men were visual creatures and Spence was no different. It definitely added to his excitement, and he slipped his hand between her legs, his thumb pressing against her clit to enhance her own pleasure.
"Oh fuck..." she cried out, her other hand coming up to her chest as she started to grind against that hand. Definitely knew what he was doing. Every little thing seemed to be a learned trait that enhanced ever feeling she got. "Spence..." she cried out, her head rolling back on her neck. "S-so good."
Spence liked to think he knew how to please a woman in bed. He wasn't always the most attentive, given his moods, but rarely did he ever walk away from someone who was unsatisfied. He was damp from sweat now, lost in concentration as he worked on bringing her over. His own body was begging for release, but he was able to hold back by staying focused completely on Hannah. His thumb moved in firm circles over her core, every thrust of his hips becoming faster as he quickened the pace. He groaned deep in his throat again, his eyes finally closing under the weight of pleasure spiking inside of his body.
Hannah jerked and shuddered and her body tightened around his as a little whimper escaped. She was close, right there on the brink and then it was over. Her body hurling over the edge into rapture. "Spence!" she cried out, muscles tightening further with the pressure as it released itself from her middle. One hand slipped down to hold his tight against her body. "God..." she whispered, trying to keep steady.
He felt her pulsating around him, which nearly pushed him to the edge. Spence paused his hand when she placed hers over his, and then he pushed upright from the bed to sit, his hands grabbing her thighs to bring them around his waist. Slipping his arms around her, he held her tightly against him, thrusting against her as he buried his face against her neck. He was extremely close, and having a warm body pressed up against his just made everything that much better.
Hannah's arms slid around his neck, pulling him tighter against her. She very well may have another orgasm. Her fingers slid up into his hair and she wound herself as tightly as she could manage. "Come on, baby. You know you wanna let go..." she whispered as she lightly nipped his neck. "Come for me, baby."
It didn't take very long for Spence to fall over, once Hannah started speaking. His fingers pressing harshly into her back as he yanked her up against him and lightly bit her neck as he came. His spine tingled, his body tensed, and all of his worries and frustrations seemed to slide completely away from him. "Fuck," he grunted, finally relaxing, though he kept his face pressed against her skin.
Her breathing was shaky at best but she didn't want to pull away from him. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around his body, her chest flush with his even as it heaved. "Wow..." she whispered, slowly kissing upwards along his damp neck. "Mmm..."
It had been a pretty damn good night. He had gotten blood to pay Ezra back part of his debt, and yes, he'd gotten laid, which hadn't happened in awhile. Pulling back, Spence licked his lips and brushed some of Hannah's hair back before he shifted to slip her off of his lap so he could discard the condom. He supposed he would let her stay, since he didn't feel like driving her anywhere, and he knew it would be an asshole move to call a cab. But he wasn't the snuggle and cuddle type post-sex, so hopefully she wouldn't be too offended by his lack of 'affection'.
Hannah didn't mind in the slightest. Sometimes she wanted to cuddle and other times she was content to stay on her side of whoever's bed. She reached down to take her heels off and let them drop to the floor beside the bed. "Bring me back to my car in the morning?" she asked him. She was tempted to call a cab herself to take her back to her car, but she was far, far too lazy and slightly lightheaded to drive tonight anyway.
"Sure," Spence told her, slipping off the bed to throw away the condom. "You can use the shower in the morning, if you want." Hey, look, he was being gracious. It would feel weird to have another woman in his bed in the morning, but she wasn't going to stay long, so Spence was willing to deal with it.
"Thanks." she said with a nod. "I'll be out of your hair bright and early." she assured him. "Got work to do and all that." she smiled. "Promise I won't cling. Totally not the clingy type." Hannah told him. Now hopefully he wasn't either.
Chuckling, Spence slipped on a pair of boxer briefs before he got back into bed. It wasn't that he wasn't comfortable sleeping in the nude, but he generally only ever did it with Natalie. "No problem," Spence said, laying on his back and getting comfortable.
Hannah grinned at him and didn't bother slipping back into her dress. Instead, just curled herself beneath the blanket and rolled onto her side facing away from him. She didn't need to snuggle or cuddle with the man, she was far too on fire still for all of that. "Goodnight, Spence."