faelans_folly | [Open - Area Around Irish Coffee After Midnight]

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[Open - Area Around Irish Coffee After Midnight]

I check all the locks and alarms again, even though I did that all on my last sweep. Routine is both an enemy and an ally. As long as I don't use the routine to become lazy and remain alert, it's my ally. Not that this place is a likely target but lack of vigilance is an enemy.

I can hear the training drilled into my head, even if I don't remember where and when it came from. Like everything else I know it's just there. No memory of how or why, just there.

I hear a sound, faint, but definitely there. No human could hear it, but then I'm not human. I don't know what I am, exactly, but I'm not human.

I sweep the flashlight back and forth, although I keep it on more to blind others than help me see. I can see perfectly in the dark, just like I can hear things a human shouldn't. I take a deep breath and I can smell that whatever it is, it's a human. Or at least smells similar to a human.

"Who's there?" I call out.

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It's an effort to keep my breathing steady as she touches me and part of me wants to give a happy little growl at the sensation. I've got a lot of tattoos, maybe she'll touch them all.

"There's more," I admit. "I think some I don't even know about."

"It's not common for a were to have more than one form, but not unheard of," Maggie said softly, "I still think I should probably let Bella know just the same, especially the cat form. I think they're her favorite and I'd rather she didn't mistake you for a rogue."

Her fingers moved over kanu and laguz, the runes that spoke to her magic as well as a few others she recognized, though the metal in them jarred her. It wasn't pain, but it wasn't right, either. "Did you do these?"

"I've been fine so far," I tell her, but I'm not going to argue it. I know when someone is determined to do something and Maggie seems intent on looking out for me.

This time as she touches me I can't help the soft sigh that escapes me at how nice her touch feels.

"I don't know if I did. I don't think so. I don't have many memories from before I came here. I just... know things."

Maggie took that as tacit permission to talk to Bella, so she decided to not push the matter and risk a gag order of some kind. She did smile when he sighed, and tried to ignore why his warm skin under her fingertips felt as good as it did, to ignore the bass beat of her heart in her chest, and how much she liked both.

She tried to tell herself to move. And had about the same amount of luck.

"What things do you know?" She looked up, offered him a small smile, "and why do I get the feeling you don't mean driving cars or writing in cursive."

Her heartbeat is faster but she's not worried or scared, she seems... pleased. I guess she really likes helping people out? She doesn't take her hands off me either and I'm not going to remind her that they're there. She'll probably take them off eventually but until then I'm going to enjoy this.

"Know how to do that. Mostly... military things. How to fight, how to kill, how to infiltrate."

"A soldier of some sort then," Maggie guessed, "or something like it. But without anyone from your home to confirm or deny, we can both guess until we're blue and never come up with an answer. The best is that someone you know comes here, or your brain unlocks what's missing. Until then?" Maggie shrugged and blew out a breath. She hated being unable to fix what was wrong.

With a mental shake, she turned back to her resident, searching his face. "How're you feeling now? You don't seem as panicked as before."

"Better. Your touch was calming," I say, although I don't know why I admit that. Maybe because I hope she'll do more of it. I don't need it, but it's nice. Like I said, don't ever remember being touched like that.

"I guess I should get dressed and go," I add, but I don't move. Not yet. She's right, this is a safe place.

That was when Maggie realized just what she'd been doing. Her face flushed to a bright red and she pulled her hands away. "I'm sorry!" She said it, her voice half horrified, and unstuck her ass from the floor to move away and give him space.

"I mean, I'm glad it helped but I shouldn't be sitting here...I should have stopped."

I don't know if that's revulsion or shock or what. Sometimes motivations for actions are hard to sense and it's not an exact science. Nodding, stand up and start to get dressed again. I should probably go talk to the police, explain that I set the kid on fire and put him out so Maggie doesn't get in trouble.

"Thank you for listening. And the food," I tell her as I pull my pants back on. "I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"Anytime," Maggie nodded and stood to put more space between them. One thing was fucking sure, she wasn't going to be able to go home after this. Her fingers were still aware of him, and she only kept from reaching out again by clasping them together. She wanted to touch, she wanted to be touched. She suppressed the groan.

Yeah, home wasn't an option. She'd never sleep and anything she'd be able to do to herself wouldn't cut it.

"Any time. My door's pretty much always open and if I'm not here, my cell phone number is on the door." Maggie took pride that her voice was steady as she spoke. "And not a worry about the food. I don't charge anything, labor or otherwise."

I can smell her excitement. That's always felt voyeuristic to me, knowing that when someone is so obviously trying to keep it hidden. It's not that she's ashamed of it either, I can tell that now. I want to show her I feel the same way, although maybe she can tell from the bulge in my pants, but I don't know how.

I haven't been with someone since I arrived here, so maybe that's part of it. More than that though, I liked how she touched me. I want to feel that again and more.

"Your, uh, your nightgown is very... revealing. I like it."

Oh God, that sounded horrible. Someone needs to save me from myself.

Maggie turned back around when he spoke, the wild in her eyes for a flash only before she iced it over. There were so many different ways to interpret what he'd said, she didn't trust herself to try.

"Thank you, I think. I wasn't intending on being seen by anyone this late, so I didn't change." She laughed a little, some of the husky in her voice audible, fingers plucking at the nearly sheer gossamer. "Then again, I'm almost wearing more with this than I do normally, so there really wasn't much point."

My eyes go a bit wide at that and I pull on my shirt to try and cover that up. I doubt she can read arousal like I can but you never know. I can tell she's even more excited now but I still don't know what to do with that. Sometimes I wish everyone could sense things like I can.

"You just walk through town naked?"

"Not as such, no," Maggie said, and couldn't even bring herself to smile. Not when his chest was on display again and the play of muscles moving had her fingers itching again. "I just meant the sundresses are shorter, end a bit above my knees. So there's less of my actual skin showing now than in my usual dresses."

"Your current nightgown is very... transparent," I say, wondering if maybe she doesn't realize how much it shows. It definitely doesn't seem like the sort if thing you wear lounging around the house in the evening.

"It, it shows off your body very nicely."

Maggie looked down at the comment and swallowed. The opaque material might not even be there for all it didn't hide. Then she remembered the kid, the bottle, and the water. It had been soaked when she'd drenched the boy and apparently, the water damage looked to be permanent.

And then she took a leap, since he was almost fixated on it. Just the thought of his eyes on her curves had her body ramping up. It was the strangest thing - like she could feel every place his eyes touched like a physical touch to her skin.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, hoarse again.

I take another breath and I can smell her desire and it's intoxicating. I like her body. Soft but still firm, not too lean. My animal instincts tell me she would be a good mate, good to mate with and I'm certainly in agreement.

I nod in response to her question, not trusting myself to speak, the hungry look in my eyes evident. I want to be absolutely sure she wants this, because arousal does not equal consent, and I feel like if I so much as move I'll lose what little control I have.

When she finally caught his eyes, and saw an answering hunger there, Maggie gasped audibly at the spike in her own energy. Her body floods like he's already touching her and her legs don't appear to be working, She can't take so much as a step towards him. It almost feels like it's the way it has to be; pursuit in a way.

"Come here," she managed to whisper and her eyes raked down his body, venturing past the waistband. And what she sees there, wedged uncomfortably in his jeans, rips another gasp from her throat.

I move forward with blinding speed and a rumble of desire in my chest. I kiss her hard, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. My body generally runs hot, several degrees higher than a human, but everywhere she makes contact with me feels like it's burning.

I press my hips against her, needing to feel pressure of some sort against my cock. Animal instincts are scream at me to rip our clothes off and mount her right now and it's a near thing I don't. At least nit quite yet.

Maggie moans against his lips, opening her mouth to him, drinking his taste on her tongue, stance widening to fit his body against hers better. Everything is hot, his skin against hers is like holding laying on sun-heated rocks. It doesn't burn or scorch; it just makes everything in her hotter.

When he presses against her, Maggie's head fell back in an effort to move her body closer still, her hips meeting that first press and leaving no doubt that she wanted to take as much as he wanted to give.

My hands move along her body, rough and eager, frustrated by the fabric they find. I begin ripping and tearing the clothing off of her so that I can touch her bare skin. My fingers grip her ass tight, one hand there while the other roams her body.

I give another low growl as I feel her tongue tease mine and I deepen the kiss. I like how she tastes and the smell of her, the scent of desire, is so strong it almost makes me dizzy.

The sound of ripping fabric is like a drug to her blood, and her pulse spikes in tandem with the sheer need running through her.

"More." Its the only word she can manage as her hands push off the shirt he never got a chance to button and her hands run over every part of his body she can reach. "More," she repeats on a moan, not even sure what she wants more of, but it's the only one that makes sense.

Human and animal instincts are humming as one. Training has no say in this, which is fine. I know what to do now, her words and body urging me on. A moment ago her touch was calming but now it excites me more. Drives me.

I reach down and undo my pants, dropping them along with my bowers. I spin her around and bend her over a table. I run my hand along her hips as I press my cock up against the crack of her ass, growling.

Godinheaven. The words come out in Gaelic, a language she hasn't spoken since her father's death years ago when even thinking the ancient tongue was painful. But this...this...this calls to her on some primal level that has her legs quaking and her insides practically liquified. She's wet to a point she's never been before, and all she can do is push back against him in silent plea, keening whimpers issuing from her throat with every panted breath.

I can't wait any longer, I need her, badly. I slid a hand between her legs and feel she's so wet, obviously wanting it just as bad. I take my cock and position it at the entrance of her pussy, so hot and wet. With a primal growl of need I thrust into her, burying myself completely into her. The feeling is blissful, surrounded by her, pressing my hips against her ass.

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