Who: Franklin & Wanda What: Ropes of Love! Where: Franklin's cabin When: Backdated to before Hoffman is captured. Notes: Bondage, so possible triggering? I'll keep it updated.
"Fuck me." That goreshow warning from Dracula had genuinely scared her, and she was right near Franklin's room. Besides, it seemed apt to go to him. He was a vampire, he was the only vampire who she wanted near her veins, and damn it, he had said he loved her. If she went to someone else for protection how was he going to feel?
She bolted down the hall and hurriedly knocked on his door. "Franklin! For fuck's sake, please be home..."
This situation was suddenly in his favor. But he didn't stop to actually think about that. Franklin hurried to the door, and opened it just as quickly. "Wanda? What are you-- Please, do come in." Once she did, he closed the door immediately behind her.
His bed was in a separate room off to the side and the rest of the area looked, well, as any high-priced vampire hotel was expected too appear. Meticulously clean, hardly a thing out of place. On the desk by the couch were a stack of Anne Rice novels. He'd finished nearly all of them, just hadn't returned them yet. Most recently he'd started reading her series on witches.
His concern was apparent as he held her close, arms about her shoulders. "Has something happened? Are you alright?"
"I was in the shower when the announcement went out and was already halfway here when I found out that there was a vampire who'd lost it. You were closest and I thought of you first anyway."
She laid her head on his still chest and sighed. "You're the only guy I want near my veins, you know."
Franklin hugged her tightly. "I'm the only one who will be. No one else." Which he meant to sound protective, but seemed more possessive than he realized.
He caressed her back and hair in a soothing manner. "You'll be safe here. I've made arrangements to make it so."
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She bolted down the hall and hurriedly knocked on his door. "Franklin! For fuck's sake, please be home..."
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His bed was in a separate room off to the side and the rest of the area looked, well, as any high-priced vampire hotel was expected too appear. Meticulously clean, hardly a thing out of place. On the desk by the couch were a stack of Anne Rice novels. He'd finished nearly all of them, just hadn't returned them yet. Most recently he'd started reading her series on witches.
His concern was apparent as he held her close, arms about her shoulders. "Has something happened? Are you alright?"
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She laid her head on his still chest and sighed. "You're the only guy I want near my veins, you know."
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He caressed her back and hair in a soothing manner. "You'll be safe here. I've made arrangements to make it so."
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