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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"Better," she purrs. It hadn't precisely been her intention to up the ante, but rather to make the point that she was a little more dangerous than he was, perhaps, crediting. It's not something she regrets, however, and her tight skirt conspires with him, denying her a little more leverage.

"Well now that you have me where you apparently want me... now what?" That insouciant eyebrow again.

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"Good," he grins back down at her. Not about to back down or appear weak for even a moment. Odd how he enjoys this, a silent little power struggle.

He looks down at her and drops his voice so low that it's barely anything but a breath.

"I want to share with you. I want to experience the world. I want to be there to pick you up when you fall. I want it to be me you give in to. I want you to give in."

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When he begins to speak, she can allow herself to imagine that he's speaking in very broad, very general terms. It's positively romantic, she thinks, until that whole never-knowing-when-to-shut-up problem that Arthur once pointed out surfaces again and she closes her eyes briefly... and decides to play stupid.

"I'm laying on my zip, I'm afraid," Mina whispers. "But I'm yours, love. Yours for the taking."

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Jack can't pretend to himself that he's not disappointed. Perhaps to her, but not to himself. He should feel bad about that, he thinks, but he can't truly bring himself to.

He does feel guilt for a different reason though. Guilt that he's here, betraying a trust. Sharing a bed with someone else. Even if it is his wife, what difference does that make. He tries to push it from his mind and just focus on there here and now. But that's easier said than done. It all feels so calculated.

He kisses her then. Kisses her just as much to try and focus his mind as it is to taste her lips. Something he wants so very much anyway. "And what would you like me to take?"

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And as he's kissing her, she rolls him onto his back. It's a large bed, there's plenty of room, and with her skirt rucked up sufficiently (way past stocking tops and suspenders), she can lean over him. His kiss tasted of disappointment, and her eyes flash dangerously as she glowers down at him.

"Why do you want this so badly?" Mina demands. "Why?"

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He lets her move him easily, and continues the kiss until she pulls back. He doesn't answer at first, just stares at her, right into her eyes.

"You don't want to know." He replies with the shake of the head.

But he knows that won't be sufficient, so he breathes out, adds. "It's a part of you."

It's part of the reason, it's true, but not the whole one, and he thinks perhaps she'll know that. So he does a rare thing for him. Tells the truth.

"When nothing can harm you nothing seems to matter. It's nice... it's... exciting to feel that something could. Even for a moment. It's electrifying."

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"Mad man," she huffs softly, sitting back on her haunches above him. She looks like some savage little thing, hair wild and her dress all but around her waist, fangs extended, pearly against ruby lips.

"I can still taste you," she admits.

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"Can't argue with you there," he laughs under his breath. "Have I ever been anything but?"

His hand settles against her thigh, gently pushing under her skirt, just running against her stockings, against the suspenders that hold them up.

"Good," he whispers. "I'm glad you can."

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"I don't know if I'll ever get the taste of you out of my mouth," Mina shakes her head a little. She looks down and watches his long fingers trace the edges of her stockings -- his hands are so warm on her skin. It's lovely.

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Jack sits up a little, pushing up on his arms so he can raise his face near hers. He continues to caress her thigh, aroused by the bare skin. Seemingly even more exciting how so much of it is covered by the trappings of the old fashioned underwear.

"I don't think I want you to." He admits softly. Voice a husky whisper again. "I like knowing that's there. I might not be able to be with you all the time. But you'll have that."

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She catches her breath at his words: he actually seems to understand that much, at least, about her condition. That it might not be quite so terrible sometimes as she schools herself into thinking it is.

Those are dangerous thoughts, however...

As are thoughts of their pending separation. Something in Mina despairs at even that casual reference to it: she's just found him again. It's really not fair.

"I will," she murmurs.

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"We're going to keep in touch." He promises her. Tells her. Commands, even. "We always will. I'll always be there for you and you can always come to me. Always call on me. We have eachother."

He digs the pads of his fingers into her thigh and cups her face with his other hand. His thumb brushes her lip to the side to expose the fang beneath. He casts his gaze between it and back to her eyes. Silent as he examines.

Without another word, he leans in to kiss her again. His mouth open and inviting hers.

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It's only the fierceness in his words that stop her from shrinking back under his examination. Only his seemingly-genuine love that keeps her from consciously retracting her fangs to hide them from his gaze.

Oh, but he's courting the vampire in her, after so along ago winning the heart of the woman. And for all she might wish it sometimes, Mina's not made of stone.

"Always," Mina echoes and returns the kiss, cutting up his lips with her fangs. She groans softly into his mouth.

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There's the tiniest of winces in Jack as the fangs graze his lips and he feels the blood rise to the surface, pooling along the cuts. Her moan is much more of a focal point though and he loses himself in that, deepening the kiss hoping to prompt further. His hand on her thigh grips harder for a moment before relaxing, and he finds himself moaning right back. A wave of arousal coursing through his veins.

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Just a taste, she promises herself, just a little taste.

And it's a deeply primal instinct, too, to reach out and curl her mind around his just enough to trigger another flood of endorphins into his system: the fabled pleasure of a vampire's bite, simply chemicals and showmanship.

Mina slides closer, straddling his lap properly now, all restraint and holding herself apart gone, and just before she breaks the kiss, she takes a moment to close the wounds, suckling tenderly on his bleeding lips and letting her saliva do the trick.

Just a taste...

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It's almost overwhelming, the sudden unexpected rush. He feels like his whole body has been set alight and it produces an unhampered, uncontrolled moan that catches somewhere in his throat.The hand grips again, one moment, then loose.

His eyes open for a moment to look at her, to acknowledge that she did that, and that he's well aware.

When the kiss is broken his breath is heavy, his chest rising and falling deeply. His heart races and he feels heady from it, from the excitement of it.

He watches her, ready. And yields.

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She strokes his face, tender, soothing, with an almost vaguely maternal edge as she makes sure he's alright. He's been fed on before: he knows only too well just how she could draw him into a web of dizzying sensation while all the time ripping him open. She doesn't. She doesn't want to hurt him.

At the look on his face, though, she laughs throatily, "Still not enough, love?"

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"Never enough." He whispers as he strokes a tender hand through her tousled hair.

"Not with you, at least. I could never have enough of you."

He smiles at her softly. He's fine of course. Enough to give a little thrill there but not to pose a risk. Not that anything could pose a risk.

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"You say that now," Mina teases softly. Her thumb brushes away a little blood from the corner of his mouth. "We have a long time, husband. You'll tire of me again one day."

She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, a little more loose, a little more wild.

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"Never." He shakes his head fiercely, refusing her insinuation point blank.

"You make me feel alive again."

He feels an emotion rising in him. A desperation. Filthy desires to let his body take what it wants here and now, removing whatever minimal clothing might necessitate it. He pushes the thought away. Tries to remember this is Mina. But of course that doesn't help. It's the very fact it's her, her like this, that spurs him on in the first place.

Instead he just pulls her a little closer, his hips pressed to hers, his arousal too.

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She can smell the desire that's pricking him surface, and if there's one thing she understands all too well --right now, especially-- it's hunger. He pulls her close and she can feel that hunger, too, in the press of his body.

"Yes," she breathes, a goad to whatever he may be thinking. Permission.

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Easier said than done, he thinks, considering the multitude of layers between himself and his goal. Instead of deal with the immediate fabric, he opts for another kiss, another brief exploration of her mouth and another slight groan against her lips.

Under her skirt his hand twists against her thigh, moving north, up towards underwear, about to attempt to tackle it when...

A subtle bleeping starts and a vibration in Jack's trouser pocket. His phone. The kiss stalls and he pauses as though he's caught in the headlights. If he's getting a call then it's important and he should take it. So he pulls back a little and withdraws it from his pocket. The name flashing on the screen puts his stomach in his mouth. 'Ianto'.

He looks up at Mina, full of apology. "I've got to..."

And he answers the phone. "Ianto. Yeah?"

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The look on his face says so very much when he pulls the phone from his pocket. She doesn't try to get the name from the screen, because his reaction tells her the only thing she needs to know: this is the mysterious lover.

"It's fine," she murmurs, and shifts off his lap. Mina rolls to her feet, smoothing her skirts down and catching his eye: I'll give you a little privacy she mouths, and heads into the adjoining bathroom.

She shuts the door behind herself, any number of conflicting emotions warring in her chest, trying to calm the maelstrom. Trying to find her dignity.

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Jack slides himself to the end of the bed, feeling just terrible. He turns a little stern, best to deal with the situation.

On the end of the line Ianto relays information to him about a Rift spike that's appeared in Penarth. Tosh and Owen came in to take a look and just took the SUV out there. Ianto's monitoring from the Hub, Gwen's at home with Rhys. He thought Jack would want to know. A gentle way of asking where he is.

His voice is loud, and choice phrases can likely be heard through the door.

"Good well, let me know if it's anything untoward." and then, "No, not tonight. I know we did. Plans change. I'll be gone til tomorrow."

He falls silent and the call ends. He wipes a hand over his face. The worst timing and the worst situation. He stands, with a sigh and walks to the bathroom.

"Mina?" He calls through the door.

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"If you have to go, I understand. We both have our commitments. I can't expect you... to..."

To what? She's not sure, but she's a lot less secure than before the phone had rung. A lot more contained and even her hair is neatly in place when she opens the door and emerges.