Restoring calm (rp for
dealing_death)
Jan. 31st, 2010 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Takes place after this.
The second he got home, Tommy went to the bathroom, vomited, and got in the shower.
There was a sense of deja-vu as he stood beneath the warm spray of water, a memory coming to him unbidden of the first time he'd nearly lost his life to evil. He'd been patrolling the streets again, and come home a broken mess. Beneath the water, he'd let power heal him for the first time as he mulled over that fight...then was foolish enough to get jumped by a group of human servants that had broken into his home.
He felt that same energy now, wondering if he'd done the right thing by Selene in dealing with Tristan as he had. The heat of the water rolled off of him along with the dark energy that slid from his skin like oil with every passing moment. He wondered if this was the way to begin before he had any real power of his own to claim.
The question answered itself in his own head before he could give it much consideration: he already had all the power he needed.
He remembered the way she'd touched his face...how he'd only lied to Tristan just a little.
It was less jealousy and more his own insecurity, he knew, that bothered him about that brief moment. Even now, what he knew of her history with Tristan and others was murky at best, but he preferred it that way unless she felt the need to share with him. But Tristan was powerful...he was rich, he was a man from Selene's world of experience. He could probably give her things Tommy never could.
If he was even remotely human, at any rate.
That was another fact to consider, how well he'd held up beneath the strain of his energy, but his thoughts were interrupted then by the soft sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again. Frowning, he tugged the shower curtain aside just enough to see her standing there, watching him with her back against the door.
He knew, without question, that he'd never seen a more beautiful woman...that he'd never be truly worthy of having her with him.
Smiling, he leaned out just a little further and playfully shook his head, spraying just a little water everywhere.
"Don't just stand there, babe...either come in or start talkin'." he teased. "C'mon, seriously, what's up?"
The second he got home, Tommy went to the bathroom, vomited, and got in the shower.
There was a sense of deja-vu as he stood beneath the warm spray of water, a memory coming to him unbidden of the first time he'd nearly lost his life to evil. He'd been patrolling the streets again, and come home a broken mess. Beneath the water, he'd let power heal him for the first time as he mulled over that fight...then was foolish enough to get jumped by a group of human servants that had broken into his home.
He felt that same energy now, wondering if he'd done the right thing by Selene in dealing with Tristan as he had. The heat of the water rolled off of him along with the dark energy that slid from his skin like oil with every passing moment. He wondered if this was the way to begin before he had any real power of his own to claim.
The question answered itself in his own head before he could give it much consideration: he already had all the power he needed.
He remembered the way she'd touched his face...how he'd only lied to Tristan just a little.
It was less jealousy and more his own insecurity, he knew, that bothered him about that brief moment. Even now, what he knew of her history with Tristan and others was murky at best, but he preferred it that way unless she felt the need to share with him. But Tristan was powerful...he was rich, he was a man from Selene's world of experience. He could probably give her things Tommy never could.
If he was even remotely human, at any rate.
That was another fact to consider, how well he'd held up beneath the strain of his energy, but his thoughts were interrupted then by the soft sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again. Frowning, he tugged the shower curtain aside just enough to see her standing there, watching him with her back against the door.
He knew, without question, that he'd never seen a more beautiful woman...that he'd never be truly worthy of having her with him.
Smiling, he leaned out just a little further and playfully shook his head, spraying just a little water everywhere.
"Don't just stand there, babe...either come in or start talkin'." he teased. "C'mon, seriously, what's up?"
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Date: 2010-01-31 06:32 pm (UTC)And if there was a way out, she'd have found it...unless she was too tightly bound to do so.
Ducking his head beneath the spray to slick his hair off his face, he turned in her arms and caught her chin, lifting her gaze to his. This time he had his composure, features touched with concern and a more manageable amount of anger.
"Can this bond be broken? Is there a way...something we can do?"
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Date: 2010-01-31 07:06 pm (UTC)With wet hands, he swept her hair back from her face, dampening the dark strands as he gazed down at her, pulling her body flush with his. He loved the way they fit together, every plane and curve finding its match...
Bending down, he kissed her slowly, tightening his hold on her.
"So...let's talk 'bout this later." he murmured against her lips with a grin. "We got better things to be doin'...like gettin' dirty 'fore we get clean, ya know?"
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Date: 2010-01-31 11:41 pm (UTC)You'll have power enough to finish him. You just need time.
The thought did wonders for his patience, easing the momentary disquiet as he pressed his face to her neck and breathed her in, the sweet scent of damp skin, perfume, and that underlying touch of something other that was both death and purely Selene.
Turning, he pressed her back gently against the tile wall and nipped at the soft skin of her throat, trailing down to her collarbone as one hand slid down the side of her face and over her shoulder before palming her breast, gently kneading the soft flesh as he pinned her there with hips and body.
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Date: 2010-02-02 07:26 pm (UTC)Neither one of those things, however, hurt even a little bit.
He gave the question honest thought as he broke the kiss for a ragged gasp of air. He knew it wasn't possible to do, and yet...
"I can't do that." he panted, dropping his forehead to rest against her chest for a moment before kissing the upper swell of one breast. "I can't...alter your memory. But...I could do something. Stronger than what he did, we'd be bound for the rest of our lives and...we couldn't break it...if you got sick of me."
He punctuated his words with nips, kisses, and slow, warm sweeps of his tongue as he took her breast into his mouth for several long moments before lifting his head again, just a little, letting his breath feather warmly over the wet skin of the other as he spoke.
"It's a ritual...and it's dangerous...but our bond would be stronger than his. We could do it, if you're willing."
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Date: 2010-02-02 11:21 pm (UTC)With a hand on her hip, gripping tight enough to bruise on a mortal woman, he held her still as he began to move, slow thrusts so he could her her moan and whimper, listen to her voice crack and go breathless as she talked. He wanted to see how far he could take her before he pushed her off the edge of sanity, how carefully he could balance her on that razor's edge before she shattered.
At the same time, he had to tell her.
"It could...kill us both." he breathed against her neck, nipping at her skin as he spoke. "It could do worse...than kill me...Jesus, you feel good...if you do this, you'd change, Selene."
Lifting his head, he met her gaze, watched her as he moved inside her.
"Vampire, avatar...we'd take pieces of each other. I'd have...to sacrifice myself to do it. Lay down...my life. I know you love me, babe...but do you love me enough...to lemme go?"
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Date: 2010-02-03 06:15 pm (UTC)Kissing her, he quickened his pace and made the decision in his own mind and heart, tilting his hips at just the right angle and nipping sharply at her lip with just the right amount of force, the perfect sting to push her over that line and into ecstasy. The choice should have been harder...all of them should have been harder. Marrying her, binding himself to her...hell, he hadn't even bound himself to Bess, but he hadn't known well enough that time. The world hadn't needed a god like this, they'd been content with mere legend instead.
"C'mon," he breathed against her lips, his pulse quickening and his skin flushing as she drew him closer and closer the nearer she drew to her own climax, "c'mon...come for me, babe...come for me..."