Deleted Scene #5: Red on Black
Having their own resident magician certainly came with its advantages, but Claire had made her discomfort with the notion of just getting everything out of thin air very clear. Her issue wasn’t that it didn’t seem natural (which it didn’t), or the implied moral dilemma that came with getting everything from nothing. Claire wasn’t thrilled with the uncertainty that it provided. It’s not that she didn’t trust Jesse’s powers--she just didn’t trust their stability. Call it an instinctive hunch.
Which is why, when she started his crash coarse in Hunting 101 (as he put it) three days ago, she strictly forbade him from using his nifty tricks in order to advance. He had to learn the hard way, which--by the last three days of painful progress had shown--Jesse wasn’t used to, but at least the knowledge would stay with him forever. Claire was confident, and more comfortable with that.
“Okay, one more time...” she warned while tightening her pony tail. The hotel gym was tiny, but deserted, and the vinyl mats on the floor and walls did well for keeping Jesse from bruising to bad. “Strength doesn’t matter if you grab in the right place,” a lesson she’d shown him several times over as she taught him how to defend himself from the speedy attacks common with most supernatural creatures. He had yet to come out on top.
“Yeah, yeah, you just like making me breathless and sweaty,” he said, definitely both by that point. Apparently a nest of vampires was cake compared to the compact blond. He was having more fun than he would ever admit to, though. Claire was quick and fought back against his verbal jabs as easily as his physical ones. She’d been a bit harder when they got started. After being pinned a few times, he’d harmlessly grinded up against her and gotten a right hook for his efforts.
( He kept his flirting to talking after that, mostly, and she seemed to have warmed up, or at least gotten used to it. )
Which is why, when she started his crash coarse in Hunting 101 (as he put it) three days ago, she strictly forbade him from using his nifty tricks in order to advance. He had to learn the hard way, which--by the last three days of painful progress had shown--Jesse wasn’t used to, but at least the knowledge would stay with him forever. Claire was confident, and more comfortable with that.
“Okay, one more time...” she warned while tightening her pony tail. The hotel gym was tiny, but deserted, and the vinyl mats on the floor and walls did well for keeping Jesse from bruising to bad. “Strength doesn’t matter if you grab in the right place,” a lesson she’d shown him several times over as she taught him how to defend himself from the speedy attacks common with most supernatural creatures. He had yet to come out on top.
“Yeah, yeah, you just like making me breathless and sweaty,” he said, definitely both by that point. Apparently a nest of vampires was cake compared to the compact blond. He was having more fun than he would ever admit to, though. Claire was quick and fought back against his verbal jabs as easily as his physical ones. She’d been a bit harder when they got started. After being pinned a few times, he’d harmlessly grinded up against her and gotten a right hook for his efforts.
( He kept his flirting to talking after that, mostly, and she seemed to have warmed up, or at least gotten used to it. )