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Synapses fired, snapsnapsnap, traveling down muscled arms to calloused fingers, moving them slow and controlled. Ripples moved under the pale skin of a bare chest, perfectly balanced and unmoving as strong arms passed up and across, stetching and reaching for something unattainable.
Beads of clear sweat dropped over eyelids, latching on to stands of eyelash. They dripped onto cheeks, rolling and flowing before hitting a stone floor near bare feet. A deep, unneccessary breath brought unneeded oxygen into dead lungs, expanding and filling, aching.
Knees bent and straightened, thigh muscles pull and rip at themselves, propelling legs up, moving a body with a slow methodical positioning.
Angel used his body and mind to balance his emotions, pushing the demon away. The demonic side of him fought and screamed under his skin, telling, no, reminding him how much he needed it to survive. Reminding him how much his demon saved him from the fire and pain of a hundred years in hell.
His trickling movements worked to calm an inner battle between the humanity still left and the vampire that struck with jagged teeth. He found it painfully easy to slip into his demon guise and harder and harder to bring humanity back.
The unadulterated torture of hell had left marks on his muscles. They burned as they stretched, finding the flexibility that they had once had.The restraining chains that had held them after he found himself back in this cold world had kept his muscles knitted tight. The strecthing and waking, blood flowing back into the spaces between, coarsing through veins. Borrowed blood. He borrowed it to live. He drank it to live. He was running on grade A cows blood these days. But wouldn't he give to have a nice warm body to give him his borrowed blood. His soul would never allow that.
Blood. All he had to do was think the word and he found the demon practically knocking down the barriers to come forward. He pushed back against it as hard as humanity would allow. Hell can break you. It can smash you into peices so tiny that even the most trained eye could never collect them all. The strongest supernatural superglue couldn't hope to put you back together again.
His face bubbled and softened, brows furrowed, eyes squeezed tighter. He stayed perfectly still, arms locked in their position, strong on his feet, until his features could once again remain handsome.
Sunlight streamed in from a crack in the curtains, a line of death streamed across the floor, inches from Angel's feet. He could smell the sunlight and retreated to the center of the room, where no sunlight could reach him. He bent his knees again slowly, with shoulders down, he pulled his arms up again.
He inhaled deep into his nostrils, filling his head with the scent of lavender and roses floating on a bed of honey.
"You shouldn't be near me," he said.
"I still trust you," said a meek voice. He opened his eyes and saw a petite sillouhette against the door that held back against the sun. She had a bag in her hand. The sunlight flowed in around her form and stopped inches from him.
"You really shouldn't," he insisted, closing his eyes again, wanting to know her next move, but afraid to let the demon see her so close.
He inhaled the air, testing for her scent again, and finding the lavender and roses stronger than ever. He opened his eyes again, his face changing. She stood before him, staring at the transformation with big hazel eyes.
"Teach me," the sound from her lips was barely audible.
"I'll hurt you."
"I can take care of myself."
He said nothing more. Amber eyes took in every inch of her pretty face. A growl spilled from him, she stood unflinching. He looked over her, searching for a glimpse of fear, anything to give him reason to give up. He found none.
She turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder to see him still looking on her.
"Tell me what to do," she said.
A step closer. Closer to her, closer to the demon. Closer to losing the speckle of humanity left in his cold heart. He slid his fingers up and down her arms, slowly, carefully, then forcefully grabbing her arms. He held them tight, crushing the milky skin and strong muscles between his fingers.
"You're hurting me," she said calmly. Her eyes were closed.
"Good," he replied.
He lightened his grip on her arms, letting his fingers graze them lightly, pulling them up, into position. He guided her down, her knees bending, her muscle molding to his positions, giving him control of her everything.
She sank into him, his chest cold on her back, starting to warm with the feel of her skin. He moved her, forming her into shapes like warm clay, working with expert hands. His face drifted to the crook of her neck, nuzzling her, kissing lightly, running his tongue over the pulse underneath the skin.
He turned her around in his arms, his eyes still closed, and pressed his lips to hers. She pressed back with ferocity, crushing their lips together, wanting no separation between them. Her tongue pried open his lips, and explored him, flicking over sharp fangs. His tongue responded to hers with lighteningquick speed, tasting her, trying to feel her all the way through.
Her nails impaled his skin and pulled him closer, trying to compensate for the hundred years that all he could touch was fire and pain. The time that his touch was no longer hers.
She jerked back, and he licked his lips, trailing his hands down her arms to interlock with her fingers. She pulled away.
He opened his yellowed eyes to drink in her deep hazel, so he could see her cheeks flushed with heat, and he hair touseled and messy. His eyelids slowly raised.
But she was gone.
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