Who: Melinda Bobbin and Cassius Warrington What: Instincts and sex When: Wednesday, February 28, 2004, mid-afternoon Where: Melinda's flat in Muggle London Rating: Very High Warnings: Physical pain and rough sex, use of knives Status: Partially Logged, To be completed in comments
Am I more than you bargained for yet? I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear Cause that’s just who I am this week Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum I’m just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song
Cassius had found her address on the Werewolf Registry. It had taken a little bit of time and persuasion, some of it not quite legal, to convince the pretty secretary in the Magical Creatures department of the Ministry to give up the list, but he had gone in and out undetected and got the information he needed. People were so fallible. It was partly why Cassius detested them.
The sun was high in the sky, and it was a brighter day than Cassius had seen in a while. His last few days in Moscow had been dreary, and France had drizzly weather while he was there. So the shades were a necessity. It was nice, though, to walk around outside of Tinworth without polyjuice. He'd dressed down, partially to blend in with the muggles, and partially because he wasn't sure what to expect from Mel when he saw her. If he saw her. There was always the chance that she was out with a client, or spending time with her boyfriend instead of waiting at home for him to knock.
He was walking idly though the neighborhood, fast enough and slow enough to not draw attention to himself. He walked with purpose, but as though he were out enjoying the sunny weather. He slowed to a snail's pace when he spotted her number, and he slowly crawled up the steps to his destination.
It was a big place with quite a few floors, and the flats each had a buzzer in the doorway. Cassius was about to buzz Melinda's flat when a muggle walked out the door and held it open for him.
"Thanks," Cass said, and made his way to Mel's door. As he walked, he slipped his sunglasses over the edge of his shirt collar. He had to admit he did look quite muggle this way.
When he finally reached Mel's door after several flights and a long hallway, he nervously ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his jacket before knocking twice and taking a step back to wait for her to answer.
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With the moon just over twenty-four hours away, Melinda was on edge. She'd locked herself away from her friends and clients, not wanting to subject any of them to her attitude. Thankfully Kirley understood her desire to not hurt his feelings when she was in her moon-mood. Mel thought about going to see Remus, but maybe that was a bit much. It was probably better to sequester herself until she had to report to Gringott's the next night. She was sitting on her sofa, feet up on the coffee table and painting her toenails a bright pink. It'd be ruined tomorrow, but Mel needed to distract herself and do anything to make her feel human. Her face was covered with a thick, dark blue face mask and her brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head.
Mel wasn't expecting anyone to arrive. If she was expecting company she wouldn't be wearing an old, too big Gryffindor t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers. When a knock sounded on her front door, Mel frowned and set the bottle of polish down on the table before she walked to the door and opened it. She assumed it was one of her neighbors since no one had buzzed to come in. Her telly was one, but it wasn't loud and Mel was ready to snap at anyone who dared to complain.
Seeing Cassius though... Mel froze. She stared up at him, eyes wide and her mouth falling open a bit. He was the last person she expected to see. Honestly, she'd convinced herself that he wasn't going to hire her again after the article in Witch Weekly came out. She searched for words to say, some answer to give him and was left with absolutely nothing. "My face is blue," she suddenly said before flying away from the front door, leaving it wide open as she rushed to the bathroom to wash the gunk from her face. "Come on in," she called over her shoulder. "Sorry, I'll be right back."
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Cassius couldn't help but tilt his head and look at Melinda with utter confusion when he saw her. There was something on her face, some blue gunk. Cassius thought maybe it wasn't supposed to be there with the way she ran out, screaming out how her face was blue. It looked like cake icing, Cassius thought. He walked in as she called out that he should, and he looked around the small flat. It was entirely different than his home in Tinworth, but that didn't make it worse.
"Why is your face blue?" Cassius called as he shut the door behind him. There were pictures all over the place, as well as other trinkets and bobbles. Cassius picked up one or two items and looked at them before putting them back in their place. The photographs interested him the most. Melinda was grinning and having fun with many different people, some of the people in the photographs flipped him off as he picked up the pictures. He scoffed and put the pictures back where they belonged.
It wasn't that he was trying to snoop into her life, but the items here were so different than the items in his home. There was this box that had pictures on it that changed constantly. It was kind of nauseating as he watched it change and change and change. "What is this?" He asked.
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"I was using a face mask," Mel said back to him, loud enough to be heard over the running water. She'd never seen Cassius expectantly before. Even when he came to Mungo's, Mel had known he might show up. Her flat was new territory for them, a glimpse into her real life rather than the person he paid her to be. And the real Mel was messy. Not just when it came to her flat, which was a disaster now that she thought about it, but her life in general. She constantly made mistakes, was selfish and reckless on her good days, and had the emotional maturity of a toddler. It was easy to hide all of that when she was painted up and putting on a show for him, but with the full moon around the corner, Mel knew he was going to see her. The worst of her at that.
Gods, why couldn't he have written? Give her time to be ready, clean up, mentally prepare for his arrival? She found herself becoming annoyed quickly and took a deep breath, trying her best to reign the wolf in. With her face nearly clean, Mel turned and walked back into her living room where Cassius was staring at her telly. "It's a telly," she told him. "Muggle thing. You watch... it's sort of like going to the theater, but it's... honestly, I don't understand how they do it, but it was here when I moved in and I'm addicted to it now." Grabbing the remote from the table, Mel muted the movie she had playing.
"What are you doing here," she asked him, unable to keep an edge of annoyance out of her voice.
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It was the first time Cassius had ever heard Mel use that tone of voice with him before. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to look at her. She looked entirely different than the woman he was used to seeing. Her hair, usually done nicely, was messier than he had seen it before, and the t-shirt and shorts was an entirely new look. He considered that his intrusion into her life caused her to feel annoyed, and he understood that. This wasn't a ground that they had ever met on before. And he was intruding. But he came here to speak with her, and he wasn't going to simply walk out before he did so.
"I apologize for not asking if you were free to meet before arriving, but I felt the conversation would be easier had in person than through the journals." He was uncomfortable, now. His tone was formal, his diction precise. It was the speech his grandfather had beat into him at an impressionable age. When he couldn't use his arms as a shield, he could use his words to hide how he was feeling.
He cleared his throat, "Also, I had promised dinner, and I don't deviate from promises lightly."
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That tone. The clipped, measured way he spoke to her was like nails dragging against a chalkboard. Mel felt herself tense, felt a snarl and growl building down deep within her. Cassius needed to leave. Mel knew that. The human part of her knew that he needed to leave right then and there, give her a few days and then come see her again. But with every passing minute, every word uttered, the human side of Melinda was becoming weaker. Her wolf was waking up and wanted nothing more than to come out and play.
"Fuck dinner," Mel snapped at him, her eyes growing dark. Cassius was standing in front of her and Mel couldn't help but take in the cotton, almost Muggle like clothing he was wearing. She couldn't unseen the stubble along his jaw, his impossibly thick hair. Turning away from him for a moment, Mel closed her eyes tightly and sucked in a deep, slow breath, trying desperately to hold on.
"It's... not a good time," she managed to get out before she turned back to face him again. "Please, Cass," Mel said, her tone wavering lightly. She had control, but only just. Images of their time together flashed in her mind. Her wolf begged for his touch, begged for anyone to touch her. But Mel had promised herself that she wouldn't ever go there, that she wouldn't but the people she cared about in jeopardy.
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Cassius frowned deeper, and his elbows tucked into his shoulder. He knew that he hadn't said much to her in regards to her appearance in Witch Weekly, but he knew he hadn't said enough to--oh. What day was it? Cassius quickly calculated in his mind the last time he saw a report for the moon cycles. The newspaper on Monday had a forecast for the week, and he had idly remarked that the full moon would be happening this week. Was the moon Thursday or Friday? He supposed it didn't matter. Obviously, she knew it was soon.
"Oh." He took a small step toward her, unwilling to give up and lie down so easily. "Is there anything I can do?" He asked softly, "To help, I mean." His hand was on her hip before he realized he was even reaching out for her. His palm was warm, slightly more so from the nerves he had in coming here in the first place. He knew he was likely to be rejected, to be told he was only a client, but he still had to speak with her and see where he stood.
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The slightest touch was enough to send Mel over the edge of reason. She broke instantly, the small human part of her clinging onto her rationale fell away wordlessly. Mel could feel her wolf rising up, inhabiting every corner of her mind, guiding her body and demanding pleasure, demanding touch. She wasn't strong enough to deny the wold what it wanted and Mel groaned loudly, wrapping her arms around Cassius as their lips came crashing together. She pushed him down onto her sofa with a strength she only possessed this close to the full. Pulling at his jacket, Melinda didn't want to talk. She wanted to feel Cassius deep inside of her, fucking her senseless. Her lips moved from his to his jaw, kissing and licking. Mel rocked her hips against him, moaning with sheer need as she felt his cock rub against her.
"Hurry," she demanded before kissing his neck again, sucking it hard. His jacket gone, Mel's fingers began to pull up the hem of his shirt, needing to touch his skin, to feel his flesh against hers. Leaning back, Mel pulled her shirt off and threw it away from them, her breasts exposed, nipples already hard. "HURRY," she practically shouted at him.
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It wasn't often that Cassius and Melinda speedily jumped into sex. Cass usually liked a little bit of foreplay and enjoyed working his partners up before giving into their need, but Mel was ready. And Cass could be ready to go in moments as well. Cassius helped her pull off his jacket as well as his shirt. He was grateful that he hadn't worn his usual amount of layers at this point. His mouth dropped in shock to see how aroused she already was, but he quickly transformed it into a smirk.
"I'm hurrying." He said as he slid his trousers down his hips and off his legs. He pulled her close and his mouth was on hers in half a second. Cassius pulled down her shorts and pulled her to him at that moment too. His hands went right to her folds, and he was surprised at how wet she already was. He didn't take much time, but he pulled back to look her in the eyes as he pushed his dick inside her.
Cassius groaned. It was incredible feeling her this hot and eager for him. They'd barely said two sentences to each other, and here they were, fucking. Cass grunted as he thrust within her. His hands moved to pinch her nipples and tease them as he ducked his head to bite just under her clavicle. She tasted delicious. He had missed her taste while he was gone. "Fuck, Mel." He groaned, capturing her lips once more with his own.
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It wasn't fast enough. Mel practically whined with need until Cass pushed himself inside of her. Crying out loudly, she closed her eyes and exhaled, feeling satisfied for a brief moment. The was no explaining her deep, dark desire to be filled. The moment he was full inside of her, Mel felt right again. She breathed out a small sigh of relief before Cassius began to thrust in and out of her, shaking Mel from her momentary reprieve and reminding her what she truly needed. To be fucked. Hard.
Thankfully, Cassius wasn't disappointing her. He drilled into her hard and fast, exactly the way she needed it. His mouth moved along her chest and to her neck. Mel growled loudly, utterly incapable of controlling herself. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, breaking the skin. She'd feel badly about that in a few days, after the moon, but for now Mel simply didn't care. She was wild, every nerve in her body on fire, calling out to her for more. "Harder," she growled at Cassius. She wanted to ache, to be bruised and broken by the time they were done. The moment he bit her, Melinda felt something in side of her snap. It wasn't merely unexpected, but shocking. Deep within her bones, a voice called to her to bite Cassius. She needed to taste him, to sink her teeth into his neck and take him.
Unable to stop herself, Melinda wrapped her arms around Cass and kissed along his neck until she felt his pulse point, throbbing beneath her lips. Sucking it hard, Mel barely paused before her lip curled back and her mouth opened, her teeth baring down into the flesh, hard and sudden.
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The bite was hard and sudden, and it shook Cassius out of his rhythmic motion. He cried out loudly and looked at where her teeth were still gnawing into his flesh. It was painful, easily one of the worst feelings he'd experienced because of the location and strength of her bite in that moment. If he didn't do something, a chunk of his skin would be torn off by her teeth alone.
He grabbed her hair and pulled hard, harder than he had ever pulled her hair before, and her mouth came off of his shoulder with a sick slurp. Forcefully, Cassius shoved her off of him, and he moved off of the couch following her. Without much thinking, Cass pulled her until she was standing over the back of her arm chair and he was right behind her.
He kicked her legs open gently with his feet, and plunged back into her again. His hand on her back pushed her down over the back of the chair. He moaned loudly, unconcerned with the noises the neighbors might be hearing. The hand that wasn't busy pushing her down slipped between her folds to tease her clit.
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Mel cried out in protest as he pushed her away. His hands in her hair didn't hurt. If anything, it only turned her on more. Mel had cried out because Cassius wasn't buried within her any longer and she hated that. His hands weren't off of her for long and Melinda felt herself being pushed and turned around. Within moments, Cass was pushing his cock back into her and Melinda nearly collapsed with relief. The chair supported her and his large, strong hands kept her in place. Melinda loved being fucked from behind, it was her favorite position, but one she only let a select few people enjoy. Submitting to someone wasn't easy for Melinda, or perhaps it was too easy and that was why she feared it so much. Cassius wasn't asking for her consent though. He was taking her exactly the way she truly wanted to be taken in that moment. As he manipulated her body into the right position, Mel's hips bucked back against him. She cried out for him and as his other hand sought out her clit, Melinda nearly screamed. She buried her face into her arms, trying to muffle the sound a bit. She could still taste his neck on her lips and she struggled a bit against him, wanting to turn around once more.
"More," she managed to groan out. "Harder." She wanted it to hurt, Mel realized. Grabbing the back of the chair for support, Mel threw her body back against his, causing them to both step back and his cock to slip out of her once again. Turning around to face him, Mel's eyes with dark, her skin flushed with desire. Breathing heavily, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him hard up against the wall, ignoring the pictures that fell to the floor, shattering glass spreading out against the wooden planks. Within seconds she was pressing against him again, kissing and licking his chest.
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Cassius wasn't holding back. His entire strength was being put into fucking this woman. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but he was trying to make her feel this encounter for the days to come. It'd been years since he'd had this kind of sex; breaking items and pushing each other and screaming sex. He felt alive. His eyes were alight; sweat dripped from his scalp and poured down his chest. His arm came up to sweep the sweat out of his eyes, and she was on him again kissing and licking. The spot on his shoulder was already bright red and in the shape of her mouth.
His hand wrapped around her hip and he pulled her leg up so he could slip back inside her once again. "If you try to bite me again..." his voice was deeper than he had ever heard it himself. He didn't finish his thought because his tongue was in her mouth and he was kissing her as hard as he was fucking her. His hands grabbed her arse and he squeezed, pulling her closer into him and making sure she felt how much he wanted her. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer though.
"I'm close." He groaned. He wanted her to come first though. He wanted to feel her shaking around him. He wanted to feel her lose herself before he came.
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A shiver ran through Melinda. His voice called to something deep within her, something she'd unknowingly kept locked away and out of reach. It scared her, the power of it and she didn't understand it. Instead she kissed him back, her hands on his shoulders again, gripping him tightly, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more, she wanted to feel thrown around the room, pushed against walls. She wanted, no, she needed Cassius to fuck her into submission.
Breaking the kiss, Melinda pulled back and lifted her hand. She hated him for making her want him this badly, for bringing out a part of her she didn't know. She wanted to fight back and couldn't have stopped herself. Not then, not in that moment. Melinda's wolf had consumed her, driving her to new lows and highs in equal measure. Her hand smacked his cheek as hard as she could and Mel cried out in pleasure as the crack sounded. Fuck, she needed him so badly. Her eyes were rimmed with red, angry tears, the emotions of the moment too much for her to process and control in that moment.
Grabbing his shoulders once more, Mel moved her mouth to his chest, nipping hard. "No," she told him. "More, I need more." She didn't know if she could be satisfied in that moment. Her body was on fire, burning with need for the man fucking her. "Hurt me," she begged him, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Please, Cass, make it hurt."
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The slap burned. He could feel the heat stinging him from the inside out. He could feel blood start pooling inside his mouth. He stilled for a moment before spitting out the blood, and he turned to take her in. His eyes burned into her; she'd just done the exact opposite of what he wanted her to do, and of course he had to follow through with seeing the end of it. The last week had been spent taking what he wanted, taking who he wanted, and he would never let one of those women walk over him. Cassius growled and pushed her off of him. His body wasn't far behind hers, and he guided her back to the kitchen.
The way he walked was more feral than he had ever been around her. He knew that he had this part of himself that was animalistic; a part of himself that relied on instinct and power and exerting the power that he held. His shoulders hunched and he looked Mel in the eye as he backed her into the small room. He grabbed her throat without thinking, and he pushed her roughly into the fridge. His lips were on her again, his mouth sucking and biting her shoulder. The fridge didn't have the stability that he wanted, so he turned and pushed her against the counter. He knew that the slam of her hip into the cabinetry wouldn't be comfortable, and he shoved himself into her again. His hands entwined in her hair and pulled as he fucked himself into her again and again.
He looked over and noticed a block of knives shaking as he rocked into her. He grabbed one and looked it over. The weight was light, it wasn't a real metal, but some sort of aluminum. His eyes flicked to hers for a moment, and he pressed the knife flat against the skin of her chest. The skin right above her left breast began to curl up over the edge of the knife, and with a vicious grin, he twisted it a minute amount and watched as the blood spilled slowly over her chest.
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Mel didn't fight back as Cassius pushed her around her flat. Each slam of her body into a new surface made her cry out louder, want him more. Items fell behind them, falling to the floor and breaking as they moved from one room to the next. The sound of every object hitting the floor drove Melinda crazy. Her head slammed into the fridge door and she grunted out, dizzy for just a moment before Cassius wrapped his fingers around her throat and thrust inside of her again. She growled, scratching at him, feeling herself building towards release. The harder he took her, the more intensely she felt her arousal. Mel's body was shaking and when Cassius threw her into the counter, she yelped in pain as her hip connected to the hard surface. His fingers tugged at her long hair and Mel's eyes closed, her body fighting wildly against his as he fucked her roughly. Her hair was wet with sweat, sticking to her neck and face.
The sound of a knife being pulled from the wooden block caused Mel's eyes to snap open. She watched, never questioning him, never asking him to stop as the knife cut into her skin. Fuck, it hurt. It hurt and she loved it. Mel felt tear spill down her cheeks. She groaned out, lifting one leg to hook around his hips. Her body suddenly went limp in his arms and if he hadn't been holding her, Mel would've dropped to the floor. "Cass," she sighed out as the blood trickled down her chest. "I'm..." Mel trailed off, her body shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. She was quiet as she came, whimpering and whining softly, her body tensing up, walls contracting around his cock, breathing heavily as she came. "Cass," she moaned again, eyes closing, the wolf in Mel submitting to him.
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Cass grunted and moaned with each thrust into Mel's quivering, shaking, climaxing body. As her channel clenched around him, Cass felt himself be pulled over the edge into his own orgasm. Stars danced behind his eyes, and his arms gripped around her, preventing her boneless limbs from crashing her to the ground. With the last of his strength, Cass turned and lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. There wasn't enough left in him for him to tuck her in, but he grabbed the blanket and threw it over the both of them until they both could regain some control of themselves. Cass didn't sleep, but he did close his eyes for a few minutes, his arms wrapped gently around Mel's body.
"Are you badly hurt?" He asked after their breathing had steadied and Cassius could feel some strength returning to his limbs. He slowly lifted the blanket to have a look at the cut he had made. Fortunately, it had been pretty superficial, and the blood appeared to have stopped already. "I..." He didn't truly wish to apologize. With all the hitting, and biting and scratching she had done, he was pretty sure that he looked a little worse than she did. Or at least he would before the day was done. And he wasn't sorry either. "I can go get you something. Have you got a pain potion?"
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Melinda couldn't speak. The moment she fell onto her bed, Melinda curled up into a ball, tucking herself against Cassius once he laid down next to her. Her body was sore all over, but in a delicious and much needed way. Mel manged to turn over to face Cassius, shifting until she was wrapped around him, her nose at his neck. She nuzzled him lightly, peppering his neck with feather soft kisses, her lips barely brushing against his skin.
Her eyes didn't move from his face as he peeled back the blanket to look her over. "Bathroom cabinet," she said softly. Her hand moved up to his neck, fingers stroking the angry bite mark she'd caused. Never before had she felt the urge to hurt someone, to bite them. It terrified her and Mel didn't know what to say, how to even begin to apologize. She fell silent instead, all her worries tumbling over each other in her mind.
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Cassius quietly slipped from the bed and went to her bathroom to grab her a pain potion. It looked like she had enough for the week, and Cassius was reluctant to take one for himself in case she needed it after the full moon. Was it because of the full moon that she had acted the way she had? Cass didn't know any other werewolves other than Melinda, so it wasn't like he could ask. He quietly palmed the potion as he was thinking, but realized he was taking too much time and it would look suspicious if he didn't return. On his way back to the bedroom, he walked to the kitchen to grab both of them some water and an ice pack for his neck.
He came back into the bedroom and sat down beside Mel where she was tucked in and looking quite relaxed. He held the potion up to her mouth and helped her lift her head to drink it. As soon as she was done, Cassius placed the phial on the bedside table and offered a drink of water to Mel before he took a long drink for himself. Once he saw that her needs were tended to, he crawled back into bed beside her and draped the ice pack over his neck. Cassius allowed her to snuggle back in against him, and his arms wrapped around her once more.
He wanted to talk, and to ask her about what all of this meant, but he was truly at a loss for words. So, for once, he was simply quiet, and he just held her.
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Mel didn't speak as Cassius moved about her flat. She held the blanket over her body, a wave of surprise modesty washing over her. She felt exposed, more so than she'd ever been before. Mel had a lot of sex in her life, but it had never been like that before. She flashed back to her time with Kirley, the special sex she'd had with him. The two men in her life both took her to places physically that no one else ever had.
As he came back into the room to tend to her, Mel remained quiet. She was silent as he climbed back into the bed and pulled her close again. Mel slipped an arm over his stomach, continuing to nuzzle the curve of his neck. She could feel the coldness from the ice pack and the reality of what she'd almost done struck Mel violently. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I've never.. I always spend this day alone because I never wanted to do that to anyone. I'm so sorry, Cass."
Her fingers moved under the ice pack, running over the bite mark slowly to make sure his skin hadn't been broken. If he hadn't throw her off, Mel knew what would've happened. She would've changed him, changed him for the rest of his life. "I'll understand if you want to leave. I nearly... you would've... I'm so sorry," she said again, hiding her head in the crook of his neck, crying slightly as the emotions hit her hard. "You weren't ever supposed to see this part of me."
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Cassius hated when women cried. He always felt useless and like there was nothing he could do to make the situation better. His mother had been a crier. He detested the way she would wallow on a more than weekly basis and sob in the library simply because she loved to hear herself cry. His grandfather, of course, couldn't tolerate it either, and would find ways to stop the crying. The only time he felt he had been useful when a woman was crying was when Nora lost her first baby at seventeen. Cassius had been heartbroken with her, and he held her through the night in the quiet hospital wing at school. This... he didn't really understand this crying. It was neither self-indulgent nor heartbreaking. It was simply... there. Just another piece of emotion Mel was feeling after the wild, out of control sex they had just had.
His arm went around her upper back, tucking her into his neck. Her hot, wet tears slid down his neck uncomfortably and pooled on his chest. "It's fine, Mel." Cassius said softly. His hand patted her shoulder gently, hoping to calm her crying sooner rather than later. "It's fine. I'm fine." He assured her gently.
"I... have to say that of all the sides I've seen of you, that was the most exhilarating of all of them." Cass smiled, and gently cupped her cheek. "I know... I know you didn't want me to know, about what you are, but... I don't mind. It doesn't scare me. This... this doesn't scare me." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and gently wiped some of the tears that were still falling away. Quietly, he admitted, "I like that I know who you are now."
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Mel wasn't a crier. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd cried in her life and have two fingers left over. Crying wasn't fun and Mel was the sort of person who wanted to have fun above all else. She wasn't upset or sad in that moment, but the tears continued to fall. Giving into her wolf for the first time had been intoxicating. Melinda could still feel the beast at the edges of her mind, simply waiting for her to let it out again. She wanted to leaned up and attach her teeth to Cassius's neck once more, latching on and taking him until he wasn't capable of pushing her away. But her body was tired and sore and sedated.
"I couldn't help myself," she admitted miserably. "I'm scared of this, of how badly I wanted to bite you." Pulling herself up, the blanket fell to her waist as she looked down at him. The mark from the knife was red and angry, and her skin was starting to bruise a bit. "I still want to bite you," she said and pushed her hair away from her face. "Being a werewolf is something I can forget most of the time, but you... you bring it out of me and that scares me so much, babe."
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Cass watched as she sat up. His fingers brushed over the wound he had inflicted upon her; he didn't know if she would want him to try to heal it or leave it. Now didn't quite seem the time to ask, so he watched her as she spoke. He pushed himself up on an elbow, and put his hand on her thigh, and he rubbed it gently as she spoke. It wasn't sensual, it was more comforting than anything else, or that's how Cassius hoped it came across. He didn't want to cause more harm right now than he already seemed to have done.
"So what does that mean?" Cass asked slowly, "Am I... a threat to you?"
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"No," she reassured him quickly and leaned over to brush her lips over his. "You're not a threat," she promised before sitting up again. There were only two men Mel would let see the worst sides of her and one was in her bed. If she worried about him hurting her, Mel wouldn't have let Cassius into her flat that day. "I don't understand what it means," she told him honestly. "I worry about losing control. I also did," she said and reached down to pull the ice pack back, inspecting the bite mark, a wave of guilt hitting her hard. "If you hadn't... I don't want to think about what would've happened."
Biting people was the worst thing a werewolf could do, even when they weren't transformed. Lycanthropy could be passed from any bite and if she'd bitten down a moment longer he would've been infected. Pulling her knees to her chest, Mel didn't think about how she was naked in front of him, vulnerable and bruised. "I've never been pushed into wanting it that hard. And honestly, if I thought you could do it I'd beg for it again."
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Cassius sat up beside her and leaned in to kiss her again; the brief brush of her lips hadn't been enough. His wide palm cupped her cheek and he leaned into her once more. "You lost control." His voice was even, and firm, "Yes. But, I made sure you didn't go too far." Cassius's fingers went to touch the tender flesh where his neck and shoulder joined. "I... I don't know if it's a life I want for myself right now, but I suppose I knew the risks once I realized what day it was. I could have left then if I was really worried."
He picked up her hands and folded them together before gently kissing her fingertips. "I think I'm going to need a little while before doing that again, I'm afraid." Cassius was wiped out. His body ached and hurt. He couldn't see it but he was already bruising in several places; his face where she had slapped him, his back and shoulders had nail marks in little crescent shapes, the bite on his neck, and a spot on his knee where he had run into something. "But I'm happy to do that whenever you need. I... I didn't take it too far did I? With the knife?"