It was just about the last thing Desmond wanted to see when he walked in the door. He had braced himself for Dannika, but not for the fact that Raina might have been waiting on that other side of the door for him. If he had seen her standing outside of it he just might have turned around and walked away, not wanting her to see him like this. Perhaps it was good though, he reflected upon seeing the look on her face. Perhaps it was for the best that she be subjected to it now, see the creature that lay beneath the good looks and charm. He could pretend that it wasn't there, try to force it down inside of him as much as he was able, but eventually it would come out, the other half of him, the dark to the light. She had no idea what he was capable of because he was in control... but last night had reminded him that it was just so very easy to lose that sense of control...
"Please... just go home..." he said softly as she gave her exclamation. There were times to deal with the people who you cared about, but he was emotionally exhausted, and more importantly he was HUNGRY and the two of them did not make for a very safe environment for Raina. He needed to get to his room at this point, to get his secret stash of blood that he kept just in case of getting too hungry around Dannika, and have some of it so that he could get his strength, and his composure back. He heard Raina tell him to sit down and that she would do something, ignoring what it was that he had told her, and he groaned a little but trudged towards his room, ignoring her as well.
Once inside he knelt down beneath his bed, pulling out the suitcase and popped it open, taking out two litre bags of blood and popping them up on the top of his bed for a moment as he sat down, looking at them. He was not so fond of blood that was not alive, it was far better to go hunt in the woods someplace for it, but was obviously not something that he could do in the daylight hours. The bagged blood, in order not to clot had to have chemicals mixed in with it that disturbed the taste of it immensely. That and it was cold, whereas good fresh blood usually had a hearty warmth to it that was much like a sweet cup of coffee in the early morning when you could see the mist of your breath outside.
But then, before he could do much more, Raina was on him again, trying to clean him. He blinked a little as she leaned in his eyes traveling down the front of her dress as she leaned over to stare at those supple mounds of flesh only very slightly contained by the outfit that she was wearing. His breathed in slowly as he tried to force himself up to look at her eyes instead, opening his mouth for a moment as she continued to clean him somewhat worriedly without really listening to him. "Raina..." he growled a little darker, and when she went to touch him again, suddenly she would find herself against the wall with him pressed up against her. She wouldn't hurt, but the movement of it would be so fast it would be disorienting.
Without warning she would feel warm fingertips caressing her inner thigh boldly before his hand pressed firmly against the lips of her sex through her pants, the hand that held the wet rag held by the wrist and pinned against the doorway. His touch was not gentle, but heated, wanting, possessive. She would be able to tell exactly what was going on in his thoughts at the moment as he growled a little at her, leaning in to take in her scent. "You should be more careful not to get near a hungry dhampir..." he purred out slightly, "Not when you look so good..." She would feel his hand slip beneathe the edge of her panties then, his knuckles teasing her bare lips as he curled his fingertips around the middle of it in preparation to tug them roughly down. "That I want to..."
But he blinked, stopping himself and pulling away from her slowly. It was agony, and he did not have to restrain himself to move as a human while he did it... it was a true fight in order to make sure he didn't go back to her... didn't take what he wanted from her right then and there. "I'm sorry Raina..." he whispered lightly. "I... I just need to take a shower..." he mumbled, reaching over to grab for the bags and attempt to make a b-line for the bathroom.