RP for mrsharker

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It's early evening and in the half light the Bay has a comfortable quiet. Jack sent the team off to have a little social time. They've all worked so hard lately and they could do with it. He went for a walk, somewhere with a high roof and a vantage point for him to look over the city.

He's back on his way home now, taking a slow stroll down Lloyd George Avenue and back towards Butetown and the Bay. Outside the Millennium centre are couples and people milling around, all preparing for an evening of entertainment. It makes Jack smile as he seems them all, all safe in this city he loves so much.

On his way across the Plass he takes a slight de-tour to one of the poster boards, to take a look at just what these people are waiting to see. The sight before him though is not one he expects, and one he's far from prepared for.

The face is familiar, oh so familiar, and his breath gets caught in his chest, taking him a moment or two to realise he isn't breathing at all.

"It can't be," he whispers, but there's nobody there to listen.

Jack's eyes are swimming and he's glued to the spot. This can't be right, he's sure this can't be right. Just an odd co-incidence. Someone who happens to look similar. It has to be. It can't be her.

But it doesn't hurt to make sure. So instead of back to the Hub, Jack heads into the Millennium center and with the aid of the word 'Torchwood', he goes backstage.

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"God, you taste good," she whispers roughly, her breath a ragged sigh. Her fingernails are making little half-moons in the palms of her hands and she can just hear Rupert's scolding voice in her ear -- concerned, tender, disappointed.

Eventually, she looks up at him and rises to her feet, coming to sit beside him.

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He stays silent until she approaches, and only then turns his head towards her. Just breathing.

"I'm sorry." He whispers after a moment. "Guess I'm not a very good influence, huh?" Cautiously, he raises his arm out to wrap around her and pull her close.

"Maybe I'm a little reckless. I'll admit that."

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"And I just want to take a bite out of you all over," Mina whispers back. "What a pair we are."

She goes into his arms, a little more centered in herself but still completely alert to his heartbeat, to the smell of his blood drying on his hand.

"Oh," she says, "it is rather a pretty hotel room, isn't it?"

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Jack laughs out a sigh and kisses the top of her head. "Then I probably shouldn't tell you that I wouldn't mind if you did?"

He shakes his head and then whispers to himself, barely audible. "In fact, I'd probably quite like it." He drifts for a moment, his focus seemingly gone before he pulls himself from his reverie.

"Hmm?" He asks, highlighting his distance. "Yeah it's great. Lovely little place."

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"Where did you go?" Mina asks, catching his chin with her fingers and drawing him to look at her again. "Just now, when you left...?"

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"Hmm?" Jack frowns, confused. Not understanding at first what she means. But then it dawns, and he feels a flush rising to his cheeks.

"Ah. I was..." he clears his throat. "Thinking about if you did... you know."

"Sorry."

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"Did you?" she asks, her grip on his chin increasing, and her spine straightening to a more upright position. "You've been fed on before, my charmingly dissolute rake: did you like it?"

He's a grey area. Perhaps the only grey area in her black-and-white world. She won't feed because of the surrender of it, and moreso because she doesn't trust herself to stop, doesn't trust herself not to kill... but he claims he can't die...

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A shiver rushes along Jack's spine, and his gaze focuses on her. His heart rate increasing once again.

"Yes." He whispers. Admitting something he long ago kept secret.

Over his lifetime Jack has experienced many different kinds of pleasure. Some taboo, some unexplainable, some simply just unspeakable. But often his main crux is that he just simply can't and won't refuse. Too eager to experience.

"I'd like it better if it was you."

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"'There's an ecstasy in feeding, in being fed upon unmatched in all my long years,'" she murmurs, not really aware she's spoken aloud. An excerpt, perhaps the most controversial, from her doctorate dissertation on the study of vampires and vampirism.

She can hear his pulse racing, taunting her, and even in the face of his blatant request, she has the strength to hesitate. (It's heartening, or, rather, it will be later when she has the sense to think on it.)

"What if I hurt you?"

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"You can't." He whispers. "Not for long. Not to last." He looks down a moment, an admittance on his lips that he never voices, almost shocked he's about to. "The pain... the pain proves I'm alive. Sometimes I wonder if I am. It's nice to be reminded."

"You could never hurt me. Not you."

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"I didn't realise you had quite such a sadomasochistic streak, my love," she murmurs -- and laughs, softly, hearing in her words the echo of someone she's not thought about in a long time.

"Maybe it's inevitable for people like us."

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Jack laughs, slightly empty. "I guess I do." He shakes his head, looking off at his coat as it hangs on the door.

"Life is nothing without pain. Without death. I need that to remember I'm alive. I guess you could say that's pretty messed up."

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"Pain is inevitable," she counters, reaching out to stroke his face with the backs of her fingers. Her hands are cold.

"The Buddhists would argue that all life is suffering... and even though we don't die, those around us do. Those we care for. There is still loss. So much loss..."

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His eyes close at the touch of her hand. Delving himself into the feeling it gives.

"That's a pain I could live without. I've seen enough people I love die. Seen enough of them ebb away while I just sit and watch. It never gets easier. It never will."

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"No," she agrees shortly. "It doesn't. And it shouldn't: it means we're not dead inside when it hurts like that."

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Jack feels a swell in his chest. Unusual, perhaps, to have someone -anyone- who can understand. And not just anyone, Mina. His Mina.

His eyes seem to pierce her as he stares at her. Burning inside to feel her, to kiss her, to share things once again with her. Such a kindred spirit, more than he could have ever imagined.

"So what happens now?"

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He's looking at her so strangely, she thinks, but she doesn't mind at all. It's a pleasantly-intense sort of a look and it's stirring something deep within.

"Now?" Mina echoes, misunderstanding him a little, perhaps. "We do what we can with what we have. We let love and pain ebb and flow in our lives like the ocean, bringing us people who will make us richer in their presence and wiser but sadder when they're no longer with us. We keep fighting, because it's very grounding to have something bigger than ourselves to focus on..."

She trails off for a moment, taking his hand and kissing the back of it tenderly. "And we keep in touch, because it's dizzying to have someone who understands."

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Each word is astonishing. Her outlook seemingly so very similar to his own. To how he got himself through the last century. To how he continues to protect the world, how he spent so long looking for one man, and how he finally found him and with that found purpose. It's a little intoxicating.

His mind is still stuck in the moment though, and eager to make her understand, a hand reaches to her cheek and holds it firmly. "No." His word is firm. "What happens now. Here."

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"What would you like to happen, husband?" A faint smile pulls at her lips -- a human sort of a smile, fangs receding -- and she meets his eyes for an instant before dropping her gaze coyly to lowered lashes.

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He smiles at her and his heart swells. So full of love. Long buried and hidden away love. He doesn't answer with words, instead just lifting her chin, forcing her face back up towards his own.

And then he kisses her.

He kisses her as he's been wanting to all night. It's not the sort of kiss Jack usually gives, not these days at least. It's chaste even with its heat. It harkens back to a man he used to be. A man he was with her.

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It's exactly the sort of kiss she remembers sharing with him, a loving and tender sort of a kiss. The kiss that she'd measured all kisses since against, before she learned just how demanding and dangerous kisses could be. It's staggering and to call it a home-coming would be the sort of gross understatement that would do no credit to either party.

She keeps her eyes open which she never used to do because she doesn't want to miss a thing. And it's a very good kiss.

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As the kiss continues Jack makes a conscious effort to keep as much 'Jonathan' in it that he can, and rein in 'Jack', to control himself.

His heart beats faster still. It seems it's had quite the workout tonight. "I love you," he whispers against her lips, when the kiss comes to a natural end. It's electrifying to say words he's usually to scared to allow.

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"I love you, too," Mina tells him, taking him by the hands and sliding her small hands down to his wrists, which she then captures in a surprisingly strong grip.

She peppers little kisses along his jaw until reaching his ear, nips briefly at the lobe and demands softly, "What are you holding back? I can feel you're hiding something from me, Jack."

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He didn't expect that question. Or maybe it's just that he'd ignored it so strongly. Either way, he feels an immediate wave of guilt rush over him. Guilt for hiding things from her, guilt for possible betrayal. He loves her, that's true, but he loves other people too, even if he doesn't dare admit that.

So how to proceed? The truth seems the only option. He'd have likely said it anyway in time.

"I'm... I'm sort of seeing someone, Mina. Have been for a while now."

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She's not sure what she meant by the question or where it came from, but she doesn't expect the answer. Perhaps she should have.

"I see."

The woman in her wants to pull away. To get up and fold her arms across her chest and demand that he leave. The demon in her wants to finally sink fangs into his throat and leave a visible mark on him, let that 'someone' deal with that. Caught between the two, she simply releases his wrists and clasps her hands in her lap.

"Someone you work with," she surmises. "Which was why you didn't want to show me your office."