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 Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:19 pm
take a deep breath
"Didn't want disturb you. Y'looked comfy an' yer arm ..." Her voice trailed off, accidentally reminding herself of the carnage from earlier.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:44 pm
take a deep breath
"My arm's not that bad," Jack said. He'd slapped some bandaids on them before crashing on the couch, which apparently counted as a good enough job. "I still punched the s**t out of a couple of them, remember?"
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:48 pm
take a deep breath
"Yeah you did." She waited a moment, internally arguing with herself before hefting herself up to rest on him.
She held her breath for a moment by the awkwardness of it all, but eventually pushed her nose into his chest and allowed herself to have the moment. She let out a long exhale and breathed for what felt like the first time since leaving the library. It was ... nice.
There was a great awkwardness to the embrace, something akin to middle schoolers learning they could kiss for the first time. "You alright?" she asked him to break the feeling from forming.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:34 pm
take a deep breath
He'd expected something more along the lines of sitting side by side on the couch, but this wasn't...bad. (Some pain aside.) Certainly not the first time Chel had found herself in his lap. But it was the first time there was no extra connotation to it, no teasing grind or wrapping legs. The shoulder touch Jack had initiated earlier had been the extent of comforting he knew; the less sexual yet somehow more intimate way she rested her head against him gave him pause.
It wasn't the first time that night his heart rate had picked up.
"Yeah. Ah. I'll get over it." He wondered if The Thrifty Nickel would let him take a day off for this. "Probably should call my boss tomorrow. Say I punched out two weres and deserve a vacation."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:38 pm
take a deep breath
"Ask 'em for the whole damn week," she muttered. She heard his heart beat. It worried her. Her brain sent off signals and she ignored them for the time being. She'd be gone in the morning, like always. Always.
"I was scared," she admitted quietly into the folds of his clothes. "It all happened really ********' fast."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 1:22 am
take a deep breath
"Yeah." Had it only been a couple of hours? In the rush of action it had felt like only half an hour. Just this room and that floor and here's a magical ******** elevator before the police arrive.
"You scared the s**t out of me, a little," Jack admitted. "When you charged that thing. You were right: we shouldn't have been there." Not that it negated his own reasoning for sticking around, but knowing weres were infectious, that things could spontaneously ******** you up like it had for the weres with them...
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 5:12 pm
take a deep breath
He was scared for her? She bought back the urge to say something like I couldn't let it hurt you. "Yeah," was what she decided on instead, to both his statements. Her grip relented a little.
"Next time I say t'leave, I'm dumpin' yer a**."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 6:27 pm
take a deep breath
He made a small face. "At least I was being smart about it," he argued, as if there was anything smart about an unarmed civilian accompanying magic beings and police to fight other magical beings off. "Kept my distance, threw a few punches. You wanted to ******** bullrush it."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 6:36 pm
take a deep breath
Chel snorted. "You did look pretty cool," she said, opting to drop the subject of her impulsive behavior lest it lead down a road she didn't want it to. Lest she actually go down the road of caring.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 10:56 pm
take a deep breath
"Hand hurts like hell, though." A token attempt to mitigate the praise, though he was pleased with himself.
Deep breaths.
"Want to drown it out for a bit?" Jack offered the other earbud.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 1:32 am
take a deep breath
Chel had a lot of thoughts going on right now and the offer to drown it out was almost lost in them. She should've called Mel, she should've called Chris, she should've avoided the library, she should've asked more questions about the weres-
"Alright," summed it up nicely. She took the earbud and closed her eyes, oddly vulnerable in that moment. Not wise cracks Chel, not sexy seductress Chel, not lilted eyes and mischievous grin Chel. Just tired and a little bit quiet Chel.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 10:53 am
take a deep breath
His phone buzzed again somewhere in the soupy moment of time that was being lost in the music, but getting up meant ruining the moment, and he found he didn't want to. Jack could sink into the couch and lean his head back and just close his eyes and breathe.
Thank you for staying. The thought was insistent, but he didn't open his mouth for quite a while. In fact, he started to lightly snore as the exhaustion finally took him.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 12:42 pm
take a deep breath
Mel burns through her mind but Jack surrounds it like clouds bringing rain. She doesn't feel guilty (Chel has never felt guilty about what she does with her body) but she feels conflicted and she isn't sure what to do wit that emotion.
She kisses his collar bone only once, maybe you're welcome or possibly I'm sorry. It's blurry. She just keeps remembering dead bodies and wishes the smell would go away. They'd both showered why the ******** could she still smell it?
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 9:22 pm
a phone call
She can't sleep that night. She keeps seeing Lara with her mouth agape. She keeps seeing Autumn scream in her face. She keeps seeing the flash of Jack's camera as he takes picture after picture after picture.
Eventually she pushes herself off of his form. If he wakes up (he can't wake up) she'll say it was to get water or something. She takes her phone off the table. There's blood on the edge and she convinces herself its a shadow, a figment of her imagination.
She pads towards the doorway. In the hallway of his apartment complex, she dials a number and starts talking. "Hey, you up?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 9:23 pm
in the morning
And in the morning she leaves without a word. She doesn't take his clothes- he would find them slumped in the corner of his bathroom. She changed back into the blood soaked ones; a few odd looks wouldn't be anything new for her.
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