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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Her response is another one of those open-mouthed gasps that's almost a pant, and to tip her head back slightly, goading him on.

Yes, she absolutely likes this side of him. She likes the danger. And on some level, she likes the fact that he might just be able to handle her vampire side.

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He laughs again, just as before. A laugh that's deep and vaguely unpleasant. He could hurt her now, he thinks. Just one press of his finger. He knows just how to do it, just where to apply pressure.

But he doesn't want to, not to her. Not unless it's completely necessary.

"Push me all you like," he grits out. "But I'll never hurt you. Never."

The hand on her stomach rises though. A move that's utterly sexual. Follows the line of the corsetry beneath, coming to rest over her breast, just holding there. The other hand still poised on her neck.

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"What if I need you to at some point?" There: under the taunting vampire, a frightened woman. There's no animal-rasp to her voice there, just a soft plea.

She arches into his touch, though, feline and sensuous.

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Ahhh, and now Jack feels it. Jack sees it, what's underneath so much of this. His grip tightens, but changes a little, supportive now, an undercurrent to what was there before.

"If I need to stop you, then I'll be here to do that. But until then I'm not harming a hair on your head." His voice softens too, matches the tone in hers.

And then an almost warning. "Just trust me. I could."

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Part of her yearns to ask him to prove it, to put her mind to rest, but the cat's out of the emotional-bag now and she won't beg. She's never been that sort.

"Do you promise?" Mina murmurs, and finally lowers her hands from the position he'd held them pinned before. She strokes her fingertips across his cheek.

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"Of course I do," he whispers, his hand lifting now from her neck to her face.

And gently. "I'll protect you from yourself. When I have to. Not until then."

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She closes her eyes and leans into his touch. "I've missed you. So much."

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Jack softens, his eyes feeling full again. "And I've missed you too. I think about you constantly, you know. I always will."

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"Fibber," she teases tenderly, moving into his arms.

She doesn't expect that. Doesn't really know how to handle it: she's been alone a long time now. But it's good to know that there's someone out there who might be capable of stopping her forcibly if she required stopping.

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"Oh, hey, now that is fighting talk." He jokes.

"Just me and you here, okay?" He whispers. Ever so gently referencing he pre-mentioned lover. "We deserve tonight."

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"Do we? Do people like us deserve anything, Jack?" Mina asks, feeling her age all of a sudden. She brushes a kiss to his cheek and moves to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"I -- I apologize for my earlier behavior. It was uncalled for."

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"We do." Jack nods, utterly sure of it. "It doesn't matter what we are, but what we do. What we make of what we've got. That's what we should be proud of."

He shifts over with her, reaching for her hand, shaking his head as he sits.

"Don't. I prompted it. If anything it's my fault for asking you to see me. I shouldn't have reacted to it. But I did. There's no blame here."

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Well, yes. He has a very large, extremely pointy point there. Not that she'd ever say it out loud. But she quite agrees. Quite.

It doesn't stop her from clasping his hand in her own, or from leaning against him. She's feeling every one of her one hundred and fifty years.

"How old are you?" Mina asks, seemingly from nowhere.

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"How old am I?" Jack repeats, not expecting the question. He shrugs a little and looks back to her. "I try not to think about it. About..." he trails, looking thoughtful. "About a hundred and seventy, seventy five. Something like that, give or take a few years, I guess."

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Her first thought is oh, so not too much older than I am, which is swiftly tempered by her ability to do arithmetic.

"You were more than twice my age when we got married? You old perv!"

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Jack laughs at that. He knows not to take it really seriously. She of all people can understand how years and age start to mean less and less.

"But hey, I looked good for my age, right?" He grins. "And I still do."

He looks down a little, wondering if the following is too close to the bone, but risks it anyway, better to be open than closed. "And anyway, count yourself lucky, that's a pretty small gap compared to the one I've got now."

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She glances at him sidelong, half-laughing at the look on his face, half pretending to be coolly assessing him. "Oh, not too terrible. I rather miss the facial hair, though, I do confess."

It is close to the bone and faintly painful, but Mina carries it off with a graceful nod and an attempt at wry humour: "A mere what, five or six and twenty years between us? Shockingly little compared to whatever little trollop you're making time with."

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"Hides the jawline." Jack says, deadpan and serious. "And I just can't have that." He grins, smiling at her privately.

The air with which she holds herself just makes him respect her more. It can't be comfortable conversation. But then it's best not avoided too. "Hey now! Less of the trollop. I don't do trollop. You should know that." Up to now, Jack's been very careful not to use a pronoun. Not quite sure of how she'd take that.

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"It is a good jaw," Mina acknowledges, tracing her fingertips coolly, still unsure of quite where he's taking mention of his latest love. "I rather thought the facial hair accentuated it, but I shall confess that less bristly kisses are somewhat preferable."

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Jack gives her a wry look out the corner of his eye. "I know. I used to be a poster boy you know." He laughs warmly.

"This is more me. Mina. This is how I look."

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"And you're very handsome either way."

Relaxing a little, she plucks those gorgeous five-and-a-half-inch heels off and sets them down beside the bed, tucking her small feet up beside her.

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"Glad to hear you approve."

Jack grins and elbows her gently, just teasing. He turns to her a little and reaches a hand up to her hair, draping it over her shoulders.

"I always loved how this falls against your neck. I remember watching you when you'd get ready if we had an evening out. You'd set your hair and I'd be transfixed. You were my world."

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Mina's smile is impossibly tender; she ducks her head, still a little bashful after all these years. "You were mine." You and our son.

She glances up at him through her lashes, a faintly impish edge tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I used to love that you'd watch me. Oh, I'd pretend not to notice, but it was... it was always wonderful to feel your eyes like that. I could have done my hair in half the time it always took, but I liked to take my time. To bask in your gaze."

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"I'm glad you did," he whispers as he stares at her as though she's a mirage before him.

"It was erotic, you know. The way you'd twist your hair and pin it back with that clip you had. The way you'd show the skin at the back of your neck and the line of your shoulders. All of it. It had me enthralled. And trust me, for me? That's saying a lot."

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Just because she can, because he likes it so very much, she runs her hands through her hair, letting the chestnut waves spill against the red of her blouse-necked dress. It's not quite the pallor of her skin, or the soft cream of her petticoats and corsets, but it's a deeply tender, utterly flirtatious gesture.

(They'd never stopped flirting once they were married, never stopped taking the time to hold hands or kiss. She remembers Doctor van Helsing being gruffly amused at them more than once.)

"I promise I wasn't hypnotizing you," Mina teases softly.