Unrequited
Title: Unrequited
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: PG-13, leaning towards R
Fandom: Moonlight
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Summary: Tag to the blood drug episode, Beth's detox in the shower.
She isn't herself. He keeps telling himself that, as if it will make a difference. He holds her under the warm water, trying to ignore her wriggles. He can smell the want, the raw, unbridled lust radiating from her, and, just once, he wishes he could touch her, hold her, taste her. She was dosed, he repeats to himself, like a mantra. It's not really her, it's the blood. It's his kind's blood, being used as a drug. The very thought makes him feel nauseous. Nausea doesn't help. She moans feebly, the warm water opening her pores, letting the drugs seep out through her skin. She wobbles and he wraps another arm around her waist to steady her, closing his eyes and looking to the heavens in vain as she snuggles closer, the remnants of the blood still affecting her.
His hair sticks to his forehead, wet tendrils curling down to the nape of his neck, and his clothes are sticking to him, like a second skin. It would be the work of a moment to remove them and- he stops himself there. There be monsters, he warns himself. Why did she have to be such a tempting monster?
All these years, he'd been so caught up in protecting her, that falling for her had knocked him for six in more ways than one. He fought so hard to keep her safe, it never occurred to him to protect himself, namely his heart. He tries to think back to when he had first fallen in love with her. Was it at the first crime scene they had investigated together, with the college professor vamp wannabe? Or when he drank her blood in the desert? Or was it when she kissed him in the parking lot of Buzzwire? No. He knew he had fallen for her years ago. Back when she was twenty three and he a fresh faced eighty. It was her first report for Buzzwire. He caught it by accident, noticing her beautiful loose hair pooling over her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple but classy pant-suit in black, with a wine red blouse underneath. He can't remember what the report was about, he wasn't sure he'd even listened to the words. He remembers thinking Wow.
She shakes her head muzzily, blonde strands flying damply. He loves her hair. Not straight, not curly, but something perfectly wavy, and just the right shade of blonde. He'd always had a thing for brunettes, but Beth blew that right out of the water in a heartbeat. He turns his attention back to her as she mumbles words, the same three words she's been uttering all night. 'Turn me, Mick. Turn me.'
But he can't. He just can't.
Turning her would be a violation of the most unforgiveable kind. But it's because of her condition that he has more willpower, more reason to say no. If she was asking him normally, free from any influence by drugs or drink, his willpower would diminish to almost non-existant.
It's not that he doesn't want to be with her, of course he does. But he would rather it be on her grounds, not his. There's a cure out there somewhere, he knows there is.
He's just got to keep fighting, keep searching.
Because this cure will not only free him from the disease of vampirism. It will free him from this endless cycle of unrequited love he has to live, day in, day out.
And immortal or not, it's slowly killing him.
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: PG-13, leaning towards R
Fandom: Moonlight
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Summary: Tag to the blood drug episode, Beth's detox in the shower.
She isn't herself. He keeps telling himself that, as if it will make a difference. He holds her under the warm water, trying to ignore her wriggles. He can smell the want, the raw, unbridled lust radiating from her, and, just once, he wishes he could touch her, hold her, taste her. She was dosed, he repeats to himself, like a mantra. It's not really her, it's the blood. It's his kind's blood, being used as a drug. The very thought makes him feel nauseous. Nausea doesn't help. She moans feebly, the warm water opening her pores, letting the drugs seep out through her skin. She wobbles and he wraps another arm around her waist to steady her, closing his eyes and looking to the heavens in vain as she snuggles closer, the remnants of the blood still affecting her.
His hair sticks to his forehead, wet tendrils curling down to the nape of his neck, and his clothes are sticking to him, like a second skin. It would be the work of a moment to remove them and- he stops himself there. There be monsters, he warns himself. Why did she have to be such a tempting monster?
All these years, he'd been so caught up in protecting her, that falling for her had knocked him for six in more ways than one. He fought so hard to keep her safe, it never occurred to him to protect himself, namely his heart. He tries to think back to when he had first fallen in love with her. Was it at the first crime scene they had investigated together, with the college professor vamp wannabe? Or when he drank her blood in the desert? Or was it when she kissed him in the parking lot of Buzzwire? No. He knew he had fallen for her years ago. Back when she was twenty three and he a fresh faced eighty. It was her first report for Buzzwire. He caught it by accident, noticing her beautiful loose hair pooling over her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple but classy pant-suit in black, with a wine red blouse underneath. He can't remember what the report was about, he wasn't sure he'd even listened to the words. He remembers thinking Wow.
She shakes her head muzzily, blonde strands flying damply. He loves her hair. Not straight, not curly, but something perfectly wavy, and just the right shade of blonde. He'd always had a thing for brunettes, but Beth blew that right out of the water in a heartbeat. He turns his attention back to her as she mumbles words, the same three words she's been uttering all night. 'Turn me, Mick. Turn me.'
But he can't. He just can't.
Turning her would be a violation of the most unforgiveable kind. But it's because of her condition that he has more willpower, more reason to say no. If she was asking him normally, free from any influence by drugs or drink, his willpower would diminish to almost non-existant.
It's not that he doesn't want to be with her, of course he does. But he would rather it be on her grounds, not his. There's a cure out there somewhere, he knows there is.
He's just got to keep fighting, keep searching.
Because this cure will not only free him from the disease of vampirism. It will free him from this endless cycle of unrequited love he has to live, day in, day out.
And immortal or not, it's slowly killing him.