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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He's a very different man in so very many ways -- and still, somehow, utterly her Jonathan. A logical sort of progression, if one is willing to overlook the lack of that Scottish burr in his voice. She misses it, faintly, just like the whiskers that are no longer there to rasp against her skin. She's sure that she's as peculiar to him as he is to her.

His fingers dig the boning of her corselet into her ribs and she squirms a little beneath him before going quite still at his words. Her eyes widen like saucers. No, like dinner plates.

"Jack!" she breathes, halfway between shocked and titillated.

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Jack laughs. A warm, naughty little laugh under his breath. "What?" He smirks, ghosting the words against her lips. "Are you surprised?"

"Would you prefer I stay quiet and passive? No. No I already know the answer to that. You've got fire in your soul, Mina. We both have."

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"I'm still not going to bite you," she retorts, nuzzling his neck regardless. He smells wonderful, a very old fashioned men's cologne intermingling with the scent of his skin and some other things she can't place. He smells like home.

"And 'quiet' was never your style. Why start now?"

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Jack smirks a little at that, his eyes glancing down to her with a laugh playing on his lips. He shakes his head a little and laughs. "Don't worry. I'm not about to."

He considers for a moment and then leans in, whispers low. "And by the way. I don't believe you."

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"Don't start that again," Mina scolds, tracing the line of his jugular with the tip of her tongue.

She can feel the racing of his heart, a drumbeat under her mouth. It's very alluring.

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"Who's starting?" Jack asks, seemingly genuinely intrigued.

A whisper again. "I'm finishing."

The cool damp of her tongue sends a shiver down his spine, and his eyes flutter closed. It feels good, very good. He could so easily lose himself here.

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She presses her knee up between his legs, smiling privately at the feel of him pressing back against her. "Apparently, not just yet you're not," she retorts, vaguely filthy and smiling against his throat.

A tiny little nip, that's all it is. The flats of her front teeth. Innocent, human teeth. Harder than she might've otherwise -- just over that vein.

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Eyebrows raising to the heavens, Jack lets out a little breath of air in shock.

Quite purposefully, he shifts his body down against the press of her knee. Allowing a closer contact then perhaps the one she'd intended. "Mrs. Harker, I'm shocked." He smirks.

Slowly, he begins to move. Shifting one knee over her until it settles around her thigh. Legs straddling hers, supporting his weight. He can move more fully over her now, enough to free up his arms. His hands seek out her wrists and gently grasp at them. Doing the best not to move his torso, making all his little movements almost surreptitious and discreet. Her wrists grasped he steadily starts to lift her arms until he has them pinned either side of her face.

Her teeth, however human, still send another shiver through him. Alight his nerves. Perhaps the potential danger from it. He lives off it.

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She is, perhaps, bolder than he remembers her being. He's bolder still, grinding against her knee and leaving her cheeks painted with a blush. (It's ridiculously girlish that she's blushing as much as she is... but he's always been able to get her to react.)

Mina leans back from his throat and arches an eyebrow at him when she finally realises he has her pinned down. She twists one wrist, carelessly breaking his grip with shockingly little effort, just to make the point that she can. After, though, she returns it to the spot he'd pinned it moments before.

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The colour in her cheeks makes him smile. He remembers that look. From many a little comment over the years. Usually placed where it shouldn't be.

He laughs as she breaks free of his hold. He wasn't attempting a strong one, but if that's how she wants to play. He arches his eyebrow right back and replaces his hand over the delicate skin of her wrist. "Well if we're playing that game..." he whispers and then adds pressure. Pinning both arms with force now. Still not all his force, oh he's still got reserves there. But enough, enough to show that even if he can't match a supernatural strength. He can hold his own.

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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...