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

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"No, it's not," she whispers. There's tense distance between us for a moment, but I won't open my eyes, won't break that trust. And then she sighs, such a natural human reaction, and melts into my touch. "I'm...I don't w-want to hurt you."

"So don't," I breathe, tracing the soft outline of her mouth, feeling her cool tongue against my fingertip but no fangs. "I trust you. You won't hurt me." She murmurs that she's not a monster, fear and uncertainty evident in her tone, her body still slightly tense against my own.

"You're not, Tara. You're not. You're better than that." The ridges under my fingers slip into smooth softness again and I can feel the tension finally ease out of her. I open my eyes, meeting her worried expression with a smile.

"Missed you," I tell her, faking a brief pout. I let my fingers slip under her hair, around to cup the back of her neck and pull her down to me, savoring the soft press of her lips as much as the primal power I could feel a moment before. She might not believe me just yet, but I am most definitely interested in the whole package here. I want it all, every single part that is Tara.