Bump in the Night

[undyinghawk]

Flesh.  Flesh.  Flesh.

Shiera could feel something cold in the pit of her stomach. She could hear the whispered, hissing chant.  Every hair on the back of her neck stood up and every sense was on alert but she could not see.  Everything was black but even for the blackness she could feel an encroaching darkness that went beyond the lack of light.

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[abluntobject]

Pain. But a familiar pain, a comforting one. He's been sleeping alone so long, for one reason, then another, that having her back, and then enjoying their renewed activities is actually taking some getting used to again. But its delicious. There's nothing like a familiar pain mixed with pleasure to remind one they're alive.

It also has his nerves on edge though, and it quickly helps turn combat honed instincts to fire to full readiness. Even though it was her dream, he has his mace in hand as quickly as she does. His first instinct is to lash out, to protect - and even when he becomes aware there is no movement here, not a sound out of place, do his instincts shift.

He puts an arm around her, though his grip remains tight on the mace in his other hand.

"A nightmare?"

[undyinghawk]

Shiera is silent for several seconds, eyes scanning the darkness of the bedroom, every muscle in her body on edge and ready for a fight. It is Carter's arm around her that brings her back a bit and she relaxes, but only slightly.

"Yes. Again."

Letting go of her mace, Shiera turns and holds to Carter tightly, the warmth of his skin on hers a comfort.

"Am I alive, Carter?"

[abluntobject]

He kisses her.

Its not a tender moment. There's intensity enough for their to be blood. Its one of those things - when they leave their bodies behind for a while, there's no blood in the underworld. There's pain, sure. But he remembers the lack of that taste, and how the things in the darkness seem somehow less real because there's no blood. Its one of those things solely of the living, and he savors it, savors her.

Sometimes actions speak in ways there are no words for.

[undyinghawk]

Blood. Shiera tasted the unique metallic flavor on her tongue and the rest of her body relaxed. No, the kiss was not tender in the typical sense but even for the blood-letting intensity of it it was tender to Shiera. It was Carter's roughness, his brutality that often was the exact thing she needed just when she needed it. And she needed that kiss, the blood, the heat and the warmth.

As she pulls away, she's smiling a bit, eyes closed.

"I needed that so much. The dreams were about death again."