I ran across an ocean inside a private jet's cargo hold to escape my sire's politics. I've bled you a few times already. You're delicious. I magicked the headmaster into giving me this job and these hours with a talk and a kiss, and more.
I'm a Goddamned vampire who knows better.
Her laugh is strained. "You think that now!" Slowly, delicately, she trails her hand away. "Ah. It's already near closing time." And the tea and muffin haven't been touched.
"Ah-- I really did sleep the night away!" At least if they're going to part, the temptation will be gone. So will his embarrassment. More or less. But he's just so foolish, "May I walk you to the car, or wherever it is you're going, then?" Because it's dangerous at this time of night, of course!
Very dangerous, and nowhere more so than at her side.
The teeth she flashes him are white, dazzling, and blunt. Not even a hint of fang in the lot.
Dawn is some scarce couple of hours away, and her car is in the nearest parking area in case a quick getaway is ever needed. With Jekyll, though, she takes her sweet time walking past rows and rows of neat gardens. Her hands clasp harmlessly away, buried in her skirt. Deep inhales remind her of what there is to lose if she jeopardizes this paradise. The internal wrangling hasn't subsided when they arrive at the nondescript (borrowed) vehicle.
It's so tempting to offer his arm or a hand even, to be a proper escort, and to be closer to her. But it seems too forward. This date they're planning is just as friends, right? So he needs to forget about his crush and raging hard-on for her. But her hesitation makes him wonder, and hesitate as well. How should he say goodbye? A handshake? That seems too stiff. A kiss is far too much. A hug might be too much too. So he just. Fidgets.
"I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow night, I'll try not to fall asleep and make your job more difficult, this time."
The anxiety in him is so vividly apparent that she arrives faster to a read of his desires; his reluctance to leave, or to leave things as they are. He's both pitiable and endearing as a puppy with its paws wet.
Paloma takes that unwise step forward, just a foot away, to trace the back of his hand inquisitively. She's not unused to looking up. "You're confusing difficulty with good fun. Would you like to check out a thesaurus?" Her lips part.
"Is it? I think I need a dictionary then." He laughs a little not only for the misconception but also for her fingers on his hand. It makes him even more nervous, he shouldn't be left alone with someone he finds so attractive, it's very dangerous.
It's a shame even if he looks down she's able to see his face. Especially if he looks down. It's far too reddened, and far too hot, and his heart could jump right out of his chest as he takes the plunge into curling his fingers around hers.
He's a rather noisy boy even when saying nothing. His rushing blood, blooming close to the surface of his skin-- thud-thud-thudding heartbeats-- the beginning of sweat, although that tickles her nose more than her ears.
It piques her interest and her appetite. Paloma rocks forward and back, sighing almost imperceptibly, because how could she possibly feed on Henry Jekyll from here on in?
He's rather a weenie. It causes quite a bit of that thudding and sweat.
"Well, I am prone to being...rather tongue-tied..." He gives her a little smile. But it's quickly back to bashfulness in working up the courage to kiss her cheek. Actually doing it is just pathetic, as quickly as he does it, he's pulled back and taken his hands back to himself.
She's also intrigued to see him moving, bravely breaching the little distance between them. Her exclamation of is as soft as it is disappointed, against Paloma's better judgment.
Cold night air replaces the warmth his hand brought when it clung to hers, yet the small smile doesn't leave along with him. "Oh. Goodnight."
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I'm a Goddamned vampire who knows better.
Her laugh is strained. "You think that now!" Slowly, delicately, she trails her hand away. "Ah. It's already near closing time." And the tea and muffin haven't been touched.
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"Ah-- I really did sleep the night away!" At least if they're going to part, the temptation will be gone. So will his embarrassment. More or less. But he's just so foolish, "May I walk you to the car, or wherever it is you're going, then?" Because it's dangerous at this time of night, of course!
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The teeth she flashes him are white, dazzling, and blunt. Not even a hint of fang in the lot.
Dawn is some scarce couple of hours away, and her car is in the nearest parking area in case a quick getaway is ever needed. With Jekyll, though, she takes her sweet time walking past rows and rows of neat gardens. Her hands clasp harmlessly away, buried in her skirt. Deep inhales remind her of what there is to lose if she jeopardizes this paradise. The internal wrangling hasn't subsided when they arrive at the nondescript (borrowed) vehicle.
She hesitates.
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"I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow night, I'll try not to fall asleep and make your job more difficult, this time."
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Paloma takes that unwise step forward, just a foot away, to trace the back of his hand inquisitively. She's not unused to looking up. "You're confusing difficulty with good fun. Would you like to check out a thesaurus?" Her lips part.
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It's a shame even if he looks down she's able to see his face. Especially if he looks down. It's far too reddened, and far too hot, and his heart could jump right out of his chest as he takes the plunge into curling his fingers around hers.
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It piques her interest and her appetite. Paloma rocks forward and back, sighing almost imperceptibly, because how could she possibly feed on Henry Jekyll from here on in?
"Thesaurus will do you better."
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"Well, I am prone to being...rather tongue-tied..." He gives her a little smile. But it's quickly back to bashfulness in working up the courage to kiss her cheek. Actually doing it is just pathetic, as quickly as he does it, he's pulled back and taken his hands back to himself.
"Good- goodnight!"
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Cold night air replaces the warmth his hand brought when it clung to hers, yet the small smile doesn't leave along with him. "Oh. Goodnight."
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