Slow Road (Harry Dresden/Thomas Raith) Part 2
Title: Slow Road
Author: Sky
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has extremely bad luck when it comes to his love/sex life, especially when there’s a supermodel sex vampire in his apartment 24/7.
Warning: Bordering PWP. Sexuallydistressed!Harry, Oblivious!Thomas, slightly OC. Language. Beware!
Author’s notes: Chapter 2 is up! (finally). This one's a bit rushed :S Hope it isn't too bad ~~
Thomas totally can’t cook for shit. He was attempting to create a simple scrambled eggs and sausages, but I could smell something burning. Gods.
And to top it all off, Thomas has somehow procured a red apron loudly bearing the words ‘I CAN COOK’ with ‘just not well’ underneath it in smaller font.
“What’s that?” I said, leaning on the counter in black jeans and a white polo. Yeah, his clothing choices have affected mine. So what? It was inevitable. We fucking live together. Anyway, I was just teasing him. I knew perfectly well what the mess… should have been.
He darted his amused eyes to me before flicking them away. “Lunch.”
He knew that I knew what it was. We’ve become telepathic now. Interesting. I proceeded to prod him more. “When will it be done? I have to you know, go save the world and all.”
“It should be done soon.” He nudged the half runny eggs with the spatula and grimaced. “Hopefully.”
“Why are you wearing an apron?”
“Because I could get my impeccable clothes dirty.” he said laughingly.
“Right.”
We lapsed into a comfortable silence, the sizzling of the pan the only noise interrupting the quiet. Mister meowed at Thomas’s feet and nudged at his legs, looking hopefully up for a scrap of food. The White Court exile shook his head with a smile and the large cat moved away with a disappointed air around him. After another three minutes or so, he was done.
It was a total mess.
Slapping the semi-runny eggs and partially burnt sausages onto two plates, he handed them both to me.
“Can you hold these while I put the apron away?” he asked, already untying the string on the back.
“Sure.” I went and put the plates on a low coffee table near the sofas and set about getting some utensils. Thomas was struggling with the apron as I watched him, and he gave up with a sigh.
“Harry, can you…?”
I replied with an affirmative sound and set about getting him untangled from the red cloth of hell. I brushed against his bare skin a few times, and my stomach fluttered, making me extremely uneasy. An arm through here, the head through there and with a pull, the apron was undone. It fell forward and I reflexively leaned forward around Thomas to catch it. And I did. But it left me pressed to his back, reaching around his waist to hold the red material.
I heard the doorknob twist too late, and Murphy walked in.
Fate really hates like me, doesn’t she?
I heard a startled “Wha…?” and felt Thomas calmly pluck the apron from my hands and turn to face her.
“Heya, Karrin.” he said. I really, really hoped right then that he was distracted enough not to notice the reactions my body had just then. I mean, he is a sex/lust vampire. It’s his specialty.
“Harry here is excited to see you.”
The son of a bitch. I glared at the side of his face and tried my best to look commanding. He noticed it, sure, and even grinned in response. I turned to Murphy, hoping to see a reaction that would somehow not embarrass me further.
She was still looking confused, which was good. But she was beginning to come to a conclusion that had her smirking a little. This probably wasn’t good. Laughing nervously, I grabbed Thomas’s arm and dragged him to the sofas while turning to speak to Murphy.
“We were just about to have lunch. You want?” I said. Pushing my annoying half-brother, into the squashy couch, I thrust a plate towards his chest along with a knife and a fork.
“I’m good.” Murphy said after a pause where she looked at the indistinguishable lumps that were lunch. Seating herself in one of the squashy armchairs, she said, “Sorry if I came at a bad time.”
I choked lightly on nothing as I sat in another armchair. “It’s fine.” I managed to say.
The two looked at me weirdly. I opted to ignore them and took my own plate of eggs and sausages into my lap. I’ve been low on cash these days and usually ate on the run anyway so there was no investment into T.V. tables. Cutting a sausage into little bits, I ate them one by one. They weren’t that bad, I suppose.
“So anyway,” Murphy began. “There have been a couple of suspicious deaths in this area. I’ve been through all the victims’ background files, health records, you know, the usual, but …” I tuned out. I didn’t mean to, and I usually wouldn’t, especially on a long time female friend, but it couldn’t be helped. My eyes had drawn to Thomas and his plate of lunch. The sausages were covered with runny egg slime, making them shiny and wet, and the vampire didn’t eat his sausages like a normal person or a normal creature-close-to-human-being. He wasn’t using the knife, and instead speared the sausage at the bottom and stuck the other end into his mouth, nibbling at the end. He was watching and listening to Murphy intently, so once in a while he licked any runny egg off his fingers if it ever dripped that far. The worst thing was that he appeared completely unaware of what he was doing, which meant that if we ever had sausages again he would do the same thing, which meant that every time, I would get a massive -
“Uhh… I need to use the bathroom.” I said lamely as I set down the plate of food sharply on the table, making Murphy jump a little at its suddenness. As quickly as possible, I hobbled off the bathroom, making sure to shut both the bedroom and the bathroom doors. I leaned against the door and exhaled deeply. I looked down with a wince and saw little Harry sticking out like Thomas in a room full of women.
He gets noticed.
Dammit. I needed to get rid of it fast and right now and fuck, before I knew it, my hand had shoved my pants down to expose my cock and I was pulling it at a desperate speed. My head fell forward as I felt the incoming of the climax and unbidden, an image of Thomas’s naked body fresh from a shower flashed in my head. I came harder than I’d ever experienced before.
Oh fuck. There was something seriously wrong with me. Pulling up my pants with my clean hand, I washed of any trace of semen off and tried to squash down my flushed look. Focusing my will on my mother’s amulet, I muttered a quick veiling charm that masked odor, even while apologizing mentally to her for the inappropriate use of the talisman. I let myself out of the two rooms and back into the living room, where Murphy and Thomas were conversing easily. I breathed a small sigh of relief as I saw that the vampire had finished his lunch and the plate lay empty in front of him.
“Eh, sorry about that. It was urgent.” I said. The blonde SI lieutenant nodded in acceptance, but Thomas looked at me and frowned, his nose wrinkling a little. I remembered that he had an amulet the same as the one I had and that it might counter any effects used by mine. I smiled weakly at him.
“Harry,” Murphy began, drawing my attention once again. “What do you think? Could it be a curse?”
From what I had heard, which was almost nothing at all since I tuned out, I made a split second decision and said, “Could be Mavra.” I mean, you can’t go wrong with that bitch.
“Yes… the victims were torn apart rather brutally. They had missing body parts.” She shuddered.
“She could have put a curse on someone that hurt people they associated with at some point.”
“That’s a good idea. Know any counter-curses?”
“No, but I can probably get one.”
“You’ll take the case, then?”
I thought a bit. “Alright. Were there any strange markings on the bodies?”
“Umm… all of them were torn apart except for one young lady. She didn’t seem any more significant than the others, only that she had kids.”
Thomas froze. “Was she married?” he asked.
“Yes actually, her husband was very…” she trailed off.
The vampire’s face had gone ashen. Then it struck me. The White Court.
“Shit.” I said, basically summing it up for everyone.
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