I'm the kind to sit up in his room. Heart sick and eyes filled up with gloom.
When Thomas woke up, the sun was streaming in through the window, and he could see brilliant blue sky through a space in the thin curtains. His mouth felt bone dry, but his head didn't throb, a pleasant surprise. Some part of him had expected the vampire safe tequila to have given him every effect of real alcohol. As it was, Thomas couldn't
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Everything was clear and simple and her head sang with it, especially knowing it was about to be a thousand times better, but her body still begged, legs wrapped around him and hips rising to meet his without any conscious input required. Alice was being devoured with a lot of care, and every muscle in her body tensed at the edge of a sweet fire about to be unleashed.
His kiss was returned and deepened, her hand gripping the back of his head even as the other clawed through sheets and into the mattress, scrambling for some kind of purchase, and the laughter bubbling in her chest was threatening to rise no matter what she did, just 'cause it was all so good.
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They moved in perfect sync, bodies rising and falling, her hips meeting his, drawing close and pulling apart. There was far too much to touch, to taste, and his hands and lips slid over Alice's body with quick, needy touches, as if trying to have everything before it all came crashing down. The Hunger delved deeper with anticipation as their rhythm quickened, unwilling to lose even a single drop of emotion.
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Still laughing in fits and starts, she kissed him, the grip at the back of his head turned to a caress of his neck, legs soft and molded against his torso. And so there might have been some damage to the bed, her hand was tiny and it wasn't like she slept in it.
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He returned Alice's kiss lazily, his fingers running lightly down her side. Thomas could feel it under his skin, how much he'd taken, how full and overwhelmed Alice had been. "You push yourself too hard," he said idly, easing himself off Alice and staring at the ceiling.
"And before you say you're a big girl who doesn't need topping off etc etc, I'm saying this out of self-preservation. Last thing I need is your husband storming into the house and teaching me the meaning of compound fracture of the skull because I didn't help you."
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"I know." And there was no push to get all those words out either. That wouldn't last. She turned on her side, fingers drifting over his chest. "I get it, I'm sucky at taking care of Alice, but it's kinda unpredictable. Besides, keeping you on speed-dial in case I run into an extra blocky moment- it's just not practical." She grinned. "Besides, you're a glutton, yeah? You should appreciate me more." She sighed contentedly and stretched against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"But I'll keep it in mind. For the sake of Jasper's fist." Jasper wouldn't hurt Thomas, and she bet they both knew it, but flimsy or not it was a great pretense for this whole needing thing.
Alice was still tracing lazy patterns over Thomas' chest when she noticed the jewelry flipped over the back of his neck, and slipped it forward. A battered old silver pentacle, kind of nice and simple, except it was the first time she'd ever seen it and that was weird. "All this time glued to your side and you keep surprising me, didn't think you were the religious type, yeah? This new?"
Never mind the religious type, he wasn't the jewelry type. That much Alice knew.
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Her question about the amulet was also not a surprise. Though he was a little surprised that it had taken her this long to ask. Even with his ability to distract, Alice had never been one to let something she found go interesting, naked-time or not. "No, it's old," he answered, taking the pentacle out of Alice's hand and turning it this way and that in the light. He did laugh a little, at the idea of him suddenly finding religion. "My mother's."
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"She gave it to you? It's pretty." She watched the light reflected a little dazedly, still enjoying the floaty emptiness of her mind pre-refill. "How come I've never seen you wear it?"
This was usually the part where Thomas clammed up and she got squat, but it'd never stopped her asking before, and she was curious as hell.
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Sometimes he learned.
"It clashes with my colouring," he added with a smirk. Thomas shook his head and let the pentacle fall back against his chest, the metal cool against his skin. "I usually wear it. But I didn't want Harry to be able to find me to yell at me while I was here, so I kept it in the dresser."
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Sometimes they learned.
"I think people who're seriously determined to yell at you are gonna find a way one way or the other, at least that's how it works with me most of the time, yeah? But you know, ditto the people who are seriously determined to care about you so fifty fifty." She brushed the hair away from his face and smiled at all the stuff she smiled at in moments like this, when she was all clear and she could take in his features and the little details she just didn't have enough brain for most of the time.
"Where's she at now? Your mom I mean." If she ran from that slime chances were it was pretty deep in hiding. He might not even know.
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His expression froze a little at her question, and Thomas' eyes darkened. Old hurts. Old anger. The memory of his mother's voice in his mind, asking him to take care of his brother. "She's dead. Died when I was five."
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"You aren't easy about much of anything you know, contrary to the popular, you're just friendly, plus pretty good at what you do and that happens to involve a lot of naked time, or at least, a lot by other people's standards. Not mine, but people've commented on that too so reserve your judgment." She grinned, doing her best to keep her head light, and if anyone was gonna jump on the changing topics bandwagon, it'd be Thomas.
"I was one of the ones glued to the set in the early days, remember? There was lots of fun you could've had and didn't, it's not like you don't have tastes." She kissed his nose for good measure.
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Her kiss to the nose was returned in kind, and Thomas shook his head. "That's what I want you to think," he teased. "Secretly, I sneak out and ravish stuck up old queens on the sly. Like sneaking cheeseburgers."
Thomas pressed a kiss to Alice's throat, grinning. "So what are you going to do tonight? Offer to castrate my father of his magic wang?"
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That was Alice's story, and she was sticking to it until she had a really good reason to stop.
"If I did offer to castrate King Nate would you let me? 'Cause for real he was asking for a pretty great big punch to the squigglies which I did not do because I am a restrained person, plus trying to flirt and figure out what the hell he was doing here? Least fun. And he called me girl. He'd better have brass ones. Hang on, we were talking about me, yeah?" Really she wanted permission to wail on him as hard as she could, and she probably wasn't going to get it, but a girl could dream.
And the other really was, well, if this stuff with Edward was going as bad as Thomas seemed to think - and that made her stomach twist more than a little - she had to talk to Lacci. But none of that was going to be volunteered out loud.
"I dunno, gossip, flirt, shop, you know, basic vampire princess stuff. You?"
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Her question gave Thomas pause, reminded him of things he'd been meaning to do. His eye was drawn back to his dresser, where a business card sat under an iron box. He should make a phone call. "Flirt. Drink. Lounge around without a shirt on. You know, the usual." Thomas nibbled a little at Alice's jawline. "Do me a favour? Try not to undo all my hard work until after midnight?"
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"I'll try, but you know this house, I can't promise anything, plus if I see some major sleaze in action I can't vouch for your dad's like, structural integrity, either." She gave him a light kiss and a grin that said she could be kidding but he probably wouldn't know until she'd actually done it or not, and got up to rummage through some clothes for the day.
"Thomas." She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a dress over her head. "You know. Thank you."
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And then she sat back down, all pixie sincerity. Thomas ran a hand through his hair, a hint of awkward tension in his jaw as he lent a hand to pull the dress over Alice's head. "You're welcome. Just... don't go looking for trouble alone." He smiled again. "I'll keep my phone on me, I promise. So call for backup."
Speaking of phones, he should probably make his own phone call while the sun was still up. And before he lost his nerve.
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