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Hal Yorke was involved tagentially ([info]needstheroutine) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2013-06-17 10:21:00

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Entry tags:alex millar, hal yorke, katherine pierce

Who: Hal Yorke, Alex Miller, Katherine Pierce
What: This is an all too familiar scene.
Where: Kushta na Pierce, Doorway
When: Late Last night
Rating: Bloood vs Blood starved vamps.
Status: In Progress.

Why oh why was there no one around when the doorbell went. He'd been getting on with things, looking up tile patterns. Being terribly domestic if he was honest with himself. He'd called for Alex impatiently, Katherine was nowhere to be seen and Mitchell was probably off with Lydia. He'd wanted to ignore it. He'd thought they'd go away but no, for some stupid unknown reason he'd walked to the door and opened it praying to whatever would listen that he wouldn't see veins instead of a person. He decided that he would try, because at some point he had to try. At some point he had to be normal again.

Of course upon seeing the girl he knew it wouldn't be this time. 

Instinctively he dropped to the floor, pulling off his shirt and trying to stop the blood flow. There was a lot of blood, and a wound that...god no, no no no she'd been bitten. She'd been bitten and he was here with her, blood covered.

Oh he'd been here before. The girl didn't live. The girl died and every hope he had died with her because no one could look at this scene and not think monster. Had this been planned, happy coincidance? Was Hatch here? Oh god...was he here? Was this the beginng of his end? And could he resist it, could he resist her blood. He needed to remember this girl was a person, and she was alive, in his arms. Begging him to help her, not with words or anything. But he could see it in her eyes. And all that was in his eyes was darkness. Black and cold and god it would be so easy. No one had to know, did they, he could get her out of her...finish someone elses work. It wasn't...she wasn't....

There was so much...

Flowing from her, not just bitemarks now  he looked, She was going to die, there were no two ways about it. But there was the other option of course. Like before.  That thought of, what if this one he could save. Blood would save her if it came to it. Save her or damn her...

Save her or damn her.

Both?

His eyes darkened to black and fangs decended. He could save her. He would save her.

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-17 12:57 pm UTC (link)
Alex had been busy, checking messages, replying where needed, so when the doorbell went, she just called that she'd be there in a minute. She had thought that her voice was loud enough, but apparently not when she heard the door opening moments later. There was no reason to worry until there wasn't any voices carrying up the stairs.

Curious, she did her thing, rentaghosting right to the front door.

And to a scene that was all too familiar, too painful. And the look of horror on her face had been there before.

Hal. Over a bloodied girl. Eyes black, fangs out.

"Hal." Her voice was barely above a gasp as she stood, frozen to the spot, unable to move, to react, to even process what she was seeing. Her mind raced with explanations, denials, anything that could make this all just go away and not be what it looked like.

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[info]psychobitchvamp
2013-06-17 02:14 pm UTC (link)
Katherine had slipped out for a bit, a short trip to Gaia's to discuss a possible arrangement for the future. It had sort of been Lexi's idea, don't go crazy but if there was someone she could trust, who trusted her in turn, maybe she could feed from the vein every now and then. Gaia was her first thought when it was brought up and she had only just gotten around to talking to her friend about it. Nothing took place tonight, Lexi had agreed to be there the first time or so, to make sure Katherine didn't go overboard, so they had simply discussed the possibility.

As she made her way back to the house, she never would have guessed the scene she would come upon. Alex was blocking her immediate view of the full scene, but the smell of the blood hit her nearly instantly and she could see Hal there. What had happened in her absence? And then the full scene came into view. Alex's horrified face, Hal standing there, blood, there was so much blood and she could feel her own fangs descend at the sight. "Oh, God," This wasn't intended for him, this was what Peter had promised her, what she avoided telling Alex in full so she didn't worry over what Katherine had hoped was an empty threat from Peter. "Hal, you didn't, right? Tell me you didn't." She was practically begging for him to say he hadn't touched the girl. The evidence said otherwise, but maybe it was wrong. Katherine had a hard enough time not going for the girl, right then and there herself and she had seen it, she had seen the way he fought against the pull of the blood, how hard it was for him to stay away from it sometimes and they had only just begun making real big breakthroughs on this detox thing anyway. One slip was all it took, right? Oh, she hoped the scene was wrong.

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-17 02:23 pm UTC (link)
Alex first. And Katherine. Both assuming. Of course they both assumed. The girl was dying, slowly. Her pulse less and less no matter how much pressure he placed on her wounds. "No, I didn't. I opened the door and she was just lying there, bleeding, and she'll die, she will die unless we do something about it."

Hal glanced from Katherine, looking worried for him more than anything else, begging him to tell her that he hadn't done it. And Alex. That look on her face was distrust. And he knew so well how this played out.

"I didn't do anything." he said again, trying to fight every single instinct he had. "I wouldn't. Not again, and not like this. Alex you know me, you know even if I was on the blood would I be this public with it? Would I be sitting here trying desperately to save this girl? This wasn't me, this was someone else and this was a sick attempt to...I don't know, force our hand?" He hated it, he despised feeling like he didn't have a way out of this. And the poor girl. Confused, in shock, slipping in and out of conciousness.

"I can save her." he commented finally, still unable to look away from Alex. "...if that's saving?"

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-17 02:29 pm UTC (link)
She wanted to believe him. Oh god, how she wanted to. The last time, with Natasha, she hadn't trusted him and look at how much that had cost them all. And Alex suspected that this time there wouldn't be a handy ghost to tell her the truth.

Besides, Hal was right on a few things. This was not his style. Not like this. If he was going to feed, he would have broken out, fed away from the house, tried to hide it all. And the doorbell had just rung...

More importantly, there was no sign of blood in his mouth. Those fangs, extended though they were, were gleaming white.

But what if it was all a giant trick? Some double, triple, however many bluff? So many emotions were warring on her face, the fear, the doubt, and that oh so desperate hope that he was telling the truth.

"You can't turn her," she finally managed to get out. "Hal, come on. Fuck. Crumb. Think how well it all went when you tried to save Crumb."

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[info]psychobitchvamp
2013-06-17 03:25 pm UTC (link)
When he said it wasn't him, explained what had happened, there was a truth to his words she could hear in his voice. Could he fake that? Probably. Once you'd lived long enough, you could fake just about anything. But she didn't believe him to be faking, if only because she knew the rest of the story, the part neither of them knew about. "If it wasn't you, then I know what happened. I... I thought he was bluffing, it was all bullshit, a ploy to fuck with my head... A week or more went and nothing happened. Fucking bastard, giving me a false sense of security. It was Peter. This wasn't even meant for you, Hal, it was for me and--" she stopped herself, mid-ramble. Did any of that even matter right now? This was a situation that needed to be handled, not something to freak out about.

Her eyes darted toward Alex when she mentioned some situation Katherine herself knew nothing about, but she could gather a general picture from what was said. Eyes darting back to Hal, she shook her head. "You don't have to turn her. I can heal her. As long as she doesn't die in the next twenty-four hours, she'll never have to transition. And...and I can compel her to forget this whole mess. I know it's not exactly moral but it's better isn't it? Than having her remember this?" She was hardly the one to be the moral compass of this situation, seeking their opinions on the matter seemed a better idea.

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-17 03:49 pm UTC (link)
He could turn her. And if he was turning her would it really be so bad to drink a little more than was needed. Would it really cause such an issue for anyone if things played out that way? But of course Alex was right as usual. Crumb. It came back to Crumb. He'd tried to do a good thing, save a life he'd inadvertantly helped end. And the man had lost his mind, in the end it seemed he'd welcomed death. He couldn't put this girl through that, who knew if that would be the beginning of the end. His end. A slippery slope to Lord Harry that he could already see coming. Why rush it?

It had been Peter, Turned by Jerry, a vampire Hal had considered aiding with but he'd known that situations like this would arise, temptations. But not this close to home. Not here. Here had been safe.

Nowhere was safe now.

"Do it, heal her. Compel her. Save her. She shouldn't have to...quickly though, she doesn't have long." Morally, he should have cared about the compulsion. But why should he, he'd done worse? He'd been thinking about doing worse, and this was nothing to what could have happened the girl. "To hell with morality, save her life." he added, still keeping pressure on the wound and still glancing to Alex every now and again. She had to believe him now, she simply had to. The other alternative was giving up. Because without her, without her trust, what was the point?

"Did you believe me?" he asked, dark eyes fixed on hers as he passed the girl, close to death, to Katherine for her healing blood. "Did you need the proof from her? Finding out it was Peter, or did you believe me?"

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-17 05:11 pm UTC (link)
Were she still alive, Alex would have been breathing a sigh of relief at the news about Peter and Jerry. Not that they had hurt someone, because that, obviously, sucked, but the absolute proof that Hal hadn't done it.

In terms of helping the girl, Alex was the most useless one there. She didn't have healing blood, couldn't do a damn thing, couldn't even rentaghost with someone still alive. All she could do was stand there and watch the situation, her own eyes still locked with Hal's. Because she couldn't look away, couldn't break that gaze, not when he was looking at her like that.

And asking that question.

Had she believed him?

Logically, yes, she had. Too much didn't add up, the doorbell, the sloppiness of it, the lack of blood in his mouth. But that hadn't stopped the flash of doubt in her mind for a moment. Just a moment, yes, but still there nonetheless.

"I believe you," she nodded slightly, before she knelt down next to them all, leaning over to kiss Hal, just lightly. But without any hesitation, knowing there was no blood in his mouth or on his lips. "Believed." She also added that with emphasis. "Last time, I didn't, and that was my mistake, I won't do that again."

Even if she had doubted. Just for a moment.

Still. Other things.

"Do you need anything?" She still held Hal's gaze, but turned her body more towards Katherine. "And then, I'm bloody finding Peter fucking Vincent. Okay, so can't kill him, blah blah blah, but he's single now anyway, not like he still needs his balls. Physical balls. He clearly already lacks any metaphorical ones." Because god, she was going to rip them off and make him eat them. She was a ghost. She couldn't be killed. And if she went Poltergeist on his arse, he wouldn't stand a chance.

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[info]psychobitchvamp
2013-06-17 07:07 pm UTC (link)
Katherine nodded. He was right. Morality was really not the pressing matter here, was it? When Hal passed the girl off to her, she dropped down with her in her lap, quickly biting her wrist with sharp fangs extended, pressing it against the girl's mouth to let the blood run into her mouth. She was barely ven conscious, there was no struggle from her, no fight left in her. She was on death's door. And Katherine, morality of compulsion be damned, was going to save her.

It took a bit for the blood to work through the girl's system, but once it had she jerked upright, sprang back to life with a gasp, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. And then the babbling came. The confused, fear-stricken sort of rambling. "What happened? There- there was this guy and he, he came out of nowhere and-- wh-who are you? H-how did I get here? Where did he go? He was- I don't know what he was...but, but he was gonna kill me, I-I thought I was--"

"Hey," Katherine made the girl bring her attention to her. "Look at me." she said, holding the girl's face in her hands. "You were out with friends. You were walking home, got in a scuffle. The guy mugged you. Nothing more. You're fine. You're going to come into my house, get cleaned up, then you're going home."

She nodded, almost dumbfounded, and repeated the story Katherine had put into her mind. "I was out with friends and got mugged on the way home, but I'm fine. I'm going to get cleaned up and I'm going home."

"Good," she nodded, "come on." she said, helping her to her feet. She glanced over her shoulder at the other two. "I don't care what you do to him. Whatever it takes." was all she said on the matter of Peter Vincent before slipping inside to help the girl get cleaned up so she could go home.

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-17 08:57 pm UTC (link)
She had believed him. And much as a part of him wondered how complete that belief had been, he wasn't going to push it, he wasn't going to lose her again and he wasn't going to walk away and let himself go simply because she'd had a moments hesitation. He'd understood why of course in hindsight. He had already been slipping. But here, it was different, here he was trying that much harder to be the man she deserved. He returned the kiss just as softly, an admittidly bloody hand clasping hers as he watched Katherine heal and then compel the girl.

Her kind really did seem to have won the vampire lottery of this world, he thought, more than a little begrudgingly. Katherine helped the girl up, moving her inside having compelled her and Hal finally slumped against the wall staring at the blood. The pool of blood, still fresh, still there, still belonging to that girl who would now live thanks to Katherine. Not him, he couldn't bring life like she could.

All blood brought to him was darkness and death.

But it was so close, all he had to do was reach out to it.

"I'll never be free of it will I? I'll never be completely clean because even this, even that pool of blood, its a way to him isn't it, its all step by step to that day when its just not me anymore. And I can fight it, I can fight him, I can do it all for you but its futile in the end isn't it. I can't be like Katherine. I can't flip a switch, my blood doesn't save people. What the hell do you see in me Alex, why do you stay when the only thing I can think about right now, the only thing that's fucking getting in to my mind right now is the blood."

He was surprisingly with it for being that close to blood. Oh he wanted it, it screamed to him, but he was focused, not rambling as much as he could be. Logical. Coldly logical.

"...its everywhere. All over me, I tried to...god I tried to help, again. And now even my hands, I..."

One taste. All he needed. Just one taste

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-17 09:23 pm UTC (link)
Despite everything else that was going on, and it was truly horrific, Alex couldn't deny that the things Katherine's kind of vampire could do? Was fucking cool. The healing, the compulsion. Really, pretty damn awesome.

But admiration could wait for later. The girl was going to survive and not be traumatized for life, and that just left a possibly traumatized Hal to deal with.

Alex crouched down next to him, and at the mention of his hands, grabbed them in hers. "Hey. Hey. Look at me. Don't look at it, just look at me, okay? Focus on me. It's not futile, Hal. It's not, because I say it's not, and have you met me, I am the most stubborn Scot that ever existed. Really, I make that historically inaccurate Braveheart look like a complete pushover. And I say that this isn't futile."

There was a grim determination in her eyes, the same glare she had given the devil himself, because as far as she was concerned, the him was as much an enemy as Hatch had been. And right now? Right now she was fucking pissed at Vincent, and that deep anger gave her that same fiery attitude as the devil.

"Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I am going to rentaghost you upstairs, strip your damn clothes off, and throw your English arse in the shower. Possibly a cold one. We're going to get every trace of blood off you, right the fuck now. Then you're going to have a cup of tea and listen to some Radio 4 podcast and I am going to clean up this mess out here." A plan of action. Yes.

"Questions? Comments?" Her tone left no room for argument even if he wanted to have one. "I love you, Hal. I do. We'll get through this."

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[info]psychobitchvamp
2013-06-17 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Katherine helped the girl get cleaned up, gave her a fresh shirt just in case she lived with someone. She could still hear them though, Alex and Hal, talking. She couldn't help listening.

Once she was finished with the girl, Katherine led her back out the front door, sending her off with a simple, "Go home." She had brought the things needed to clean up the blood, casting a sideways glace at Hal. "I'll clean it." Much as he liked order and cleaning and all those other OCD things he did all the time, this wasn't really something Hal should be doing right now. "You need to get it off your hands. Your clothes." She said, some sort of nearly...mothering sort of instinct kicking in as she knelt down on the ground.

She paused before she started cleaning, the smallest hint of a smile gracing her lips. "Alex is right. It's not futile. Every ounce of restraint is worth it, means something. You did good, Hal. You did the right thing." She assured him, watching the pair of them. Alex was so steadfast with him, so confdent in everything they were doing and how it would work, without a doubt. It was a good thing. He needed it. Hal needed the confirmation, the confidence from others when he had none in himself. That's what they were here for, though.

"Go do that," she nodded at Alex. "I've got this. You get him." That was all they needed in that moment. The confirmation that there was a plan to follow. Maybe, just maybe, that would be enough for this moment to pull Hal to the next one.

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-18 09:09 am UTC (link)
The women in his life were stubborn and refusing to bend to his assumption that it would all go terribly wrong. Alex gripped his hands tighter than her size would lend itself to, making him look at her, telling him it was not futile and that all he had to do was listen to her, trust her. And there was Katherine who returned with the woman, sending her away before offering to clean. The whole thing couldn't have been easy for her either, and yet it was him she was worried about. Her friend had done this to her with a brutality Hal understood of course, but it put a thought in his mind that he might return to later. For now the bloodlust was still too strong. So strong in fact that Alex' suggestion didn't bother him as it might have.

"I think perhaps that would be the best thing." he said finally. "I think perhaps I need to be away from this. All of this"

He managed a glance to Katherine, still amazed she was focused on him and smiled weakly. "The right thing, I, yes. I did. It's just sometimes I wonder... But never mind. If you do this I'll do the kitchen. The kitchen isn't clean, not really. I could do that now or...no, no after is better."

He had to go with Alex first. He had to be free of the temptation. God he was glad she still had his hands. "I love you too Alex. Rather a lot. And more and more every time I realise no matter the mistakes of my past, you're not going anywhere are you. You're here, you're helping me."

He leaned in to kiss her again. "We'll get through." he told her.

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-20 11:46 am UTC (link)
Alex smiled gratefully at Katherine, so damn relieved that there was someone else around to help because really? No chance of her being able to do all of this on her own and not just because she would have been useless to the girl herself.

"Thanks, Katherine," she murmured slightly, eyes flicking towards the blood that needed to be cleaned.

"I'm always going to help you," she focused again on Hal, her grip tightening slightly as she focused on the bathroom in her mind. A moment later, the pair of them appeared in there, right next to the bath. A small push of telekinesis and the water of the shower started, and Alex let it run a while to heat up, the steam slowly starting to kill the room.

"Okay, let's get these damn clothes off you," she half smirked. "Oh the times I've wanted to say that to you."

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-20 01:55 pm UTC (link)
Finding himself in the bathroom. Hal didn't really even react to Alex's comment, still mostly just staring forward. Not looking at the blood, not focusing on anything until he could focus on that. Until it was gone. Until he was free of it. With her help, he removed his clothing with no thought to modesty and stepped into the piping hot shower finally letting the blood that still stained him run free and into the plug hole. Gone.

It was gone.

With a shuddering sigh he leaned against the wall of the shower, eyes finally focusing on Alex, finding her own.

"Thank you. Without you I couldn't have done this, any of this." It was a strangely intimate scene but for the limitations of her ghostly self and the ordeal they'd just been through. But still, she truly was beautiful, more so because she didn't believe it herself.

"Will you stay here, with me. Until the blood is gone?" he asked her

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-20 02:13 pm UTC (link)
She didn't leave. Modesty or similar such crap might have frowned at her for it, but she didn't leave Hal's side, remaining under the blast of the shower herself. The droplets of water lingered on her skin, her clothes and her hair for a mere second before they evaporated. Still, as the blood washed away, Alex felt herself relax more and more, and while she had taken his hands again while washing him, her hold was much less harsh and tense, comforting rather than grounding.

She stood just in front of him, fingers closely curled around his as he leaned against the wall. She could feel the weight of his stare at her, and under other circumstances she might have felt that heat that intensity could provoke.

"Of course I'll stay." Her lips quirked into a small smile. "As if you'll get rid of me any time soon, I plan on being right here until we're sure it's all gone. And after that, I wasn't kidding about the tea and Radio 4." Alex knew Hal's routines, the various things he had and needed to focus his mind again.

"Proud of you," she murmured, still looking at him in the eyes. "I'm really really proud." She stepped up onto her tiptoes to softly kiss him.

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-20 02:25 pm UTC (link)
She wasn't going to leave. More than that she had believed him. She'd known he hadn't slipped and as hard as that had been. As much as every fibre of his being was screaming for it, he'd resisted. And he'd done it for her. Not for the world, not for this city and the things he knew well he could do to it. For Alex.

She had it all planned, Tea, Radio 4. Keep him focused and calm and together. It was all very her. Alex knew him better than most people, certainly better than anyone else in this city, and she knew what he needed.

Mostly anyway.

When she kissed him, it didn't take long for his demenour to change from that shakey fear to a more assertive focus, returning the kiss and spinning them so she leaned now against the wall, water raining down upon them both. In spite of what she was, in spite of every reason he couldn't and they wouldn't. God he just wanted to kiss her.

"Thank you." he muttered, as he trailed kisses along her neck. And yet he still wasn't sure why, or what he thought he could get out of it. Possibly a control thing, needing to have something...some focus more than the radio or a box of dominoes. "I don't actually want you to go anywhere anyway" he told her. Knowing of course that she could just rentaghost away and knowing she knew he wouldn't hurt her even if he could. Not this him. "Nor do you want to go."

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-20 04:37 pm UTC (link)
The assertiveness was a good sign. Showing that he was not lost in his own head, not over-thinking everything, that he was focused on something else. On her. A fact she was very much not complaining about.

Even if her state meant things were frustrating for them both. Literally ghosts of touches. But it was better than nothing, and her smile became a confident smirk as he turned them around. There was any number of things she could do to slip out of the situation if she'd wanted to, rentaghosting, telekinesis. Ghost powers were useful.

But she didn't. She remained exactly where she was, calm and assured. Because she knew without any shadow of a doubt that this was her Hal, the man she loved, who loved her too, who would never hurt her.

"You're right, I don't. No where else I could want to be." She could have moved to kiss him back, but she let him set the pace, decide what they were doing, and utterly submitting to his control. Even if she couldn't quite resist a long look over him, her smirk growing. "Very nice, by the way."

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[info]needstheroutine
2013-06-21 06:37 am UTC (link)
Nowhere else she could want to be. How was it she could say something so simple and have it be the most perfect statement in the world. While being utterly shameless and staring at him. He wasn't going to argue it, oh he could have blushed, all that. But in truth it was only at the start, when he was terrified he could have hurt her, terrified of who he had been that the awkwardness shone through. Here, now. Utterly confident in the fact she was rather completely in love with him. Well that was different.

"So it really was just a ruse to see me like this." he replied, letting his hands slide around her waist and once again cursing the fact he couldn't just have his way with her right then and there. Because there could be no doubt that he wanted to.

She couldn't feel him, his touches, not really, not for long. But what they had, every move they made. It had to be enough. There was no other way. And when he kissed her, he knew she could feel that momentarily. And so she remained there, 'trapped' between his arms and god he had waited a long time to have her there. "One day you know, all this, it'll be able to be everything you could have hoped for. Until then though we have this, we have us. Its more than sufficient." he told her pressing in closer to her, letting his hands trail along her back, her hips. Ghost of a touch had to be better than none and well, to him of course she was very tangible indeed.

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[info]stucklikethis
2013-06-23 09:53 am UTC (link)
Much better. Him making jokes, comments, focusing on something other than the blood. Plus, the fact it was on her was even better. "You caught me, it was all a very complex plan to get you in the shower," Alex smirked in return. Even without truly being able to feel the way his hands moved, her memories supplied the feelings, those hints of touches just enough to remind her what warm hands over her body could feel like.

"It's definitely more than sufficient." And a slow smile lingered on her face. He was talking about the future, the them, when that apparent Christmas bauble thing would come along and she would be human again. Alive again.

"I really will be tearing your clothes off along with mine the second I can, as long as you're okay with this," she laced her fingers behind his neck, toying with the wet strands of hair that were starting to curl. "So wear something you don't like very much. You won't get to keep it."

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