That Voodoo stuff don't do nothing for me.
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It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in ( Read more... )
It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in ( Read more... )
I smiled slightly, I just couldn't help it. "I don't sing that well..." I reached up and brushed some of his hair away from his eyes. "Looks like I could lull you to sleep with a lullaby four words long."
His hand on my skin feels good even through jeans and I cover my hand with his, afraid to look over at his friend, the vibe's I'm feeling off of him don't soothe me at all. I slowly look at him and wait for the metaphoric bomb to drop.
"Always knew you southern folk were the incestuous type..." Lorne muttered, shaking his head and handing us more drinks. I pushed Lindsey's away from him and shook my head at Lorne.
"He needs to sleep." I rubbed my fingers over Lindsey's hand, feeling how slow his pulse was and I could feel the worry rise inside.
"Nothing's coming easy, for either of you. Going down this path is only going to complicate things, cowboy. You know that. Heck, you being in this city makes you a target. You don't think that being around her, someone who's like him, isn't going to draw attention? They must have really damaged that pretty little head of yours down there." He sighed and turned towards me. "I don't know what to tell you aside from the two of you would have had pop stars for children with his guitar and voice and that voice of yours. Damn girl, you have pipes."
I looked away, letting my hair cover my face. "But that's not what you need. You need direction and I really can't tell you what to do sweet cheeks. You came for one man and found another after running away from the one that made you. It's gonna take time for you to find your way. I don't think I've ever seen a lamb as lost as you. You're new to the world, give it time." He reached over and patted my hand and I smiled; it started to fade when his eyes narrowed at me. "Cross a line and I'll make sure you can't have a reunion tour." With that he left.
Sighing I looked over at Lindsey and then behind the bar, noticing his reflection along with the empty seat that I sat in. This is too much weird for me still. I don't know if I can do this.
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Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? I'm distracted by Tara's cool soothing touch, resisting the urge to put my arm around her and rest my head on her shoulder. It'd be so nice, just curling up for a bit. Bet her cool skin would feel like heaven with this fever that's settling into me.
I get the general doom-and-gloom of Lorne's reading, catching his compliment brightest of all. "Told you so," I murmur, my cheek brushing her shoulder as I lean over. Well, I'm over here anyway... I rest my temple against her shoulder, shutting my eyes to listen to the rest of Lorne's advice.
It doesn't make much sense... does he ever?... but nothing unusually disastrous seems to be headed our way. Everyday near-death experiences, keep 'em coming. Those I can handle. As long as my new girl here doesn't bring about the Apocalypse, I'm cool with this.
It takes a second to realize that Lorne's left us again. Damn, how long was I drifting like that? I struggle back to alertness for her, sitting up straight and considering the question of where we're going from here.
"What do you say we just crash here tonight?" I ask, taking her hand when I notice that she's still staring off at nothing in particular. "Lorne keeps a room for me downstairs, and I don't really feel like draggin' my ass all the way back to your place." Of course, there's that additional perk of the anti-demon-violence protection, which assures me that I'm not going to turn into an early breakfast if Tara gets peckish.
Except that I really do trust her. I'll never learn, will I?
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"What do you say we just crash here tonight? Lorne keeps a room for me downstairs, and I don't really feel like draggin' my ass all the way back to your place."
His voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I look down at him, resting my head against his and I nod slowly. "I don't have a place..." I mutter before nodding and pasting a small smile on my face. "Ok," I murmur softly, shifting on the stool and helping Lindsey to his feet, my eyes catching sight of the 'no violence' sign and I realize that's part of why he wants to stay. It doesn't bother me and I know it should, but then again how can I ask someone to trust me when I don't even trust myself?
"Lead me and lean on me." He leans on me and I wrap my arm around his waist, the thought of just picking him up over my shoulder comes to mind. I know I could possibly do it but I have never even attempted that before. "Lindsey, c'mon, stay with me. We'll sleep soon..."
I started to worry as we headed down the stairs, I must have taken too much and now he's going to get sick and...I need to not worry. He did what he could to take care of me before and now I just need to do that for him.
We finally manage to make our way down to the small room and I fumble for the light. Giving up on the effort I bring him over to the bed, feeling his arms grip onto me tightly I smooth his hair away from his face. "What do you need? Anything?"
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Sounds like a Nobel award-winning plan if I ever heard one. I curl my fingers around her shoulder, doing a pathetic job of hiding just how weak I am right now. As embarrassing as it is, I wish Lorne could see this side of her... the side that helps the silly dead-on-his-feet guy with a crush into bed, when she could easily have dragged me out the back door and finished me off.
"Thanks," I mumble. I find the bed in the dark with my knees and flop onto the mattress a little bit ungracefully, even as she helps me down. But I'm still not letting go of her just yet.
"What do you need? Anything?"
Need her. I pull her down me in answer, leaning up to brush my lips over the smooth chill of her own. She feels so good... I push her borrowed jacket back off her shoulders, craving the touch of her bare skin.
"You're staying right?" I whisper, my eyes already half shut. I'll be top of my game again tomorrow, able to look at this from all the angles, but for now, I just need her here in my arms. "Stay."
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"Stay."
Brushing his hair from his face I nod, "Ok." I pull his jacket all the way from my shoulders, it hitting the floor with a muted sound before pulling off my shirt and jeans, leaving me standing in front of him in just my underwear. "Move back, we'll get you under the sheets."
With slow movements I manage to get him half undressed and under the covers, leaving him there for a moment as I moved to the small crate in the corner that had orange juice; it was so strong I could smell it the instant we got in here.
Popping the can open I head back to the bed, climbing in next to him and helping him sit up slightly. "Drink this, Lindsey." Without a fight he does and as soon as half the can is gone I set it aside and he weakly pulls me down into the bed and I nod.
"I'm here, I won't leave unless you w-want me to." I felt calm and safe for the moment. I knew Spike didn't know where I was, this bar was protected and if I needed I could get blood from the bar. I just had to survive tonight and then I could worry about tomorrow.
Lindsey's arm wrapped over my waist and he pulled me tightly to him, I shifted in the bed and wrapped my arms around him, his heated skin cooled by mine and I pulled the sheet over us, my body pressed tightly to his as I stroked his hair. "Thank you."
I felt myself relax and I knew it was because I didn't have to worry...it was a good feeling. Maybe I'll even sleep...
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But for now, I just float along on the sensations; her fingers working my buttons, the sharp taste of citrus, and then the silken coolness of her skin. If someone had told me a few years back that I could ever been this entirely grateful to curl up with a vampire in my bed, I would've laughed them out of town.
I slide my arm around her, sighing at the feel of her cheek against my shoulder and her fingers in my hair. You'd hardly expect a vampire to be so... comforting. But that's just it; the soul is a loophole and I'm hardly thinking of her as a vampire, even though she had her fangs in my neck not even 5 hours ago. It's a dangerous mindset. And right now, I could care less.
"Thank you."
I kiss her hair gently, letting my fingers trail slowly down the line of her back. "Didn't..." I'm interrupted by a yawn, blinking hard as my eyelids go as heavy as bricks. "Didn't do much. We'll figure the rest out... tomorrow..."
With my hand curled lightly between her shoulder blades and my cheek just brushing her soft hair, I close my eyes and let sleep drag me down, more content right here than I've been in ages.
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"Didn't...Didn't do much. We'll figure the rest out... tomorrow..."
His breath makes me shiver but the feel of his hand pressing on my back and keeping me to him puts me on edge for a moment before I find myself at ease again. "Tomorrow," I whispered nuzzling my neck in his shoulder and gently lapping at his healing bite. In such a short time I felt so protective of him, it made me think of Spike and his posessive nature. I didn't want to be like that.
I reached over for the edge of the blanket, pulling it higher over us as I found myself starting to hum softly, my hand running over his back and shoulders and I felt him drift off, leaving me with my thoughts till Lorne's house band finally stopped playing and I drifted off.
"S-spike...how? How did you find me?"
"I'm your sire, I'd always find you, pet. Can't get away from me that easy..."
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