Characters: Marie and Godric Content: After her fatal injury and having Godric save her, Marie is feeling the bond she has with him. Warnings: Sexual content. Probably some blood. General not good things. ( We drink the fatal drop )
Granted, he may have already been sitting in the kitchen when she arrived. But if a two thousand year old vampire can't be creepy, what can he really do?
Head down, hands clasped on his lap, as though caught in a moment of prayer. He made no movement to acknowledge her.
Marie turned into the kitchen and just about had a heart attack. Again. In the kitchen. She swallowed hard. Good Lord, of all the people in the kitchen. Marie clenched her jaw and pushed the thought of him on top of her out of her head.
That was not going to happen. That was never going to happen.
Without even a greeting, Rogue heads to the sink for a glass of water. It isn't until she is across the room with her back to him that she spoke.
"What're ya even doin' here? Thought you left. Again."
"A bond?" Marie looked at him over her glass before finishing it. Too bad it wasn't something harder.
"This why I can smell the three day moldy cheese in the fridge and why I decided to run twenty miles today?" Both were uncharacteristic of her.
There was also that dream and how even that moment, her toes wanted to curl from it. Marie tugged on her nightie. Whatever she felt couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.
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Head down, hands clasped on his lap, as though caught in a moment of prayer. He made no movement to acknowledge her.
They really had to improve their security system.
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That was not going to happen. That was never going to happen.
Without even a greeting, Rogue heads to the sink for a glass of water. It isn't until she is across the room with her back to him that she spoke.
"What're ya even doin' here? Thought you left. Again."
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Godric quite literally just sits, twiddling his thumbs.
"Consequences to the blood." Sigh. "I do continue to complicate things for you, Rogue."
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"This why I can smell the three day moldy cheese in the fridge and why I decided to run twenty miles today?" Both were uncharacteristic of her.
There was also that dream and how even that moment, her toes wanted to curl from it. Marie tugged on her nightie. Whatever she felt couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.
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