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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"If it's a dream, it'll be the best one I've had in decades," Mina remarks.

A slightly smug smile pulls at her scarlet lips from his 'cheating' remark: frankly, she considers that sort of thing to be one of the few perks to her condition.

"I'm real: I promise."

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"Yeah? Well I might just have to ask you to pinch me to prove that."

If she's reading a little insinuation in those words, it's entirely intended.

They walk past the water tower again and Jack glances up towards it. There'll be nobody down below now, or there shouldn't be, so he feels somewhat more relaxed at that notion.

He pauses as he walks, just to confirm. "Back to yours then?"

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Oh, Mina may be blind, but she's by no means stupid. And she can remember only too well just how wicked a mouth her husband had on him when they were alone.

"Yes. Do you know the way from here?" It occurs to her that she really, really doesn't.

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"I do," he smiles. "In fact I can see it from here."

He grips her hand again, looking at her with eyes full of love, and takes her the short distance to the boutique hotel, just around the corner.

He opens the door for her and ushers her inside, mindful to be careful of the step. "Here we are. I'll just wait while you get your key."

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She unlocks the door and heads into the room before him, briefly toying with the terrible old enter freely and of your own will puns -- but he was the first to have lived through that and it seems tasteless.

"Come in," Mina smiles, setting her cane down in the corner by the armchairs. She's mapped the room out in her head and feels confident enough making her way around without its aid -- back over to the wardrobe near the entrance to hang up her coat, for example.

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Jack steps in, his hands in his pockets. He looks around the room, nice as it is. At the neatly made bed and at the dresser in the corner. He wonders, for a moment, just what he's doing, but that fades.

Gently, he shirks his coat off older his shoulders and hooks it on the back of the door before going over to her to assist her with her own. "Let me get that for you," he smiles, reaching his hands to her shoulders.

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"Thank you," Mina turns her back to him and slips out of the arms of the unbuttoned coat.

Coat off, she feels self-conscious. It's been lifetimes since she was his wife and she can't even see him now and everything they had ever shared is either dead and gone or in London. Everything but each other -- and they're such different people now...

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The coat gets discarded over the back of a nearby chair and Jack's hands go to Mina's shoulders. He brushes her hair back, back away from her neck, exposing the soft skin there, his fingers just delicately brushing over it. He looks at her in the mirror in front of them, looking at her face as he stands behind her.

For Jack, feelings have become something so hard to admit, but being with her now, he's shot right back, years seeming to disappear. He whispers. "I've never stopped loving you, you know."

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"Nor I, you," she murmurs, closing her eyes and savoring the intimate touch. She tugs away her gloves and covers his hands with her own, intertwining their fingers.

For the first time in a very, very long time, Mina feels almost human.

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His hands hold hers tightly and he dips his head so his lips are beside her cheek, enough to whisper.

He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. But he does.

"I want you to see me."

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His words hit her like a physical blow. Shock, temptation, desire and horror intermingle in her gut and Mina gasps in her breath... and sighs it out.

"I've never -- Jonathan -- ah, Jack -- I've never, ever fed from a living human being before," she stammers. But there's another way -- the way she's done this very thing in an emergency before. Her own blood.

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His fingers tighten around hers a little. Reassurance, as much as he can give. He knows he's offering a terrible temptation, and it's worse still really that he feels no guilt for it.

"You couldn't hurt me. I promise. Not for long. I'm right with you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"

He offers what he can. What he's sure of, and what he's willing.

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Mina's shaking now: she's shaking like a leaf. Her nostrils flare, every sense prickling and intensified. He's made it an option -- he's made it an option, promised she can't hurt him and --

And her control is shattering around her. It's terrifying. She wants so badly to see him -- wants to have the chance to be something approximating his Mina again, even if it's only for a little, little while... and now all she can smell is his blood.

Her jaw aches with the wanting.

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Jack can feel her shake, can see the effect his words have. If he didn't feel a little bad before, he does now.

One arm shifts from her shoulder and wraps around her waist, his hand splayed out against her stomach as he holds. "Hey, hey it's okay. It is, I promise."

"I promise." He repeats, forceful.

"I'll look after you."

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It's too much. She can barely hear what he's saying, but the tone of his voice is soothing and she lets him hold onto her tightly.

But the smell --

The alluring scent of him, the copper of blood and the pounding of his heart--


It's the lesser of two evils. Mina sinks sharp, ivory little fangs into her own lip.

Her eyes roll back into her head and briefly she convulses in his arms.

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Jack doesn't know what to expect. How could he? He just holds her close, thinking perhaps she might speak, but then she bites.

He feels her move in his arms and his grip tightens. It takes him a moment to process what she's done, but then he realises. "Mina." He calls her name like a demand, trying to keep her with him, to make sure she's all right. "Mina, stay with me."

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She snaps to, and her eyes meet his in the mirror. He's gorgeous, she thinks, and her mouth curves into a smile -- flashing red and white, bloody lips and shining fang.

"Jack," she purrs, turning in his embrace and trailing her hands up his chest. "You're as handsome as I remember you being."

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His eyes flick to hers in the mirror, a fierce stare as he holds her. "You can see me..." He speaks the words, but it's more a statement than a question.

The sight of the blood and fang sends a shiver down his spine, but he stays strong, his arms loosening a little as she turns.

He looks down at her, seemingly struck speechless. She can see him now, see him as he is, how he really is. His eyes flick down to her hands for a moment, and his pulse races again. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he whispers.

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The beating of his heart is a tattoo pounding in the back of her mind, alluring, compelling, and she buries her face into the crook of his neck, breathes him in. For a moment, she stays like that, reveling in the scent of him, of his blood and his fear and the ghost of arousal.

"You wanted me to be able to see you, husband," Mina points out. She drops her voice to a throaty purr, "Didn't anyone ever tell you to be careful what you wish for?"

After a small eternity, she lifts her head without tasting him. Good girl. Her gaze, hungry and focused and intense and greedy, wanders over him. Drinks in the familiar curve of his jaw, the swell of lips, the line of his throat emerging from the blue shirt. Her fingers briefly curl into claws at his chest before she calms again, returning splayed fingers instead.

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Jack watches her like a hawk. All his senses heightened. His instinct just telling him that he's in danger. After all, he's experienced it enough to recognise it.

His voice lowers too, unconsciously mirroring hers. "Yeah, well I've never really been one for being careful."

The intensity in her gaze is enough to drive him almost mad. He watches her, lips dry, his tongue darting out to wet them. His hand reaches to her hair, to brush a little back again, but it stays clear of her skin, not quite touching. Not quite.

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"Is this what you wanted?" She leans into his touch, animalistically sensual and a far cry from his dignified, proper wife. A sudden flip into a very private side of her that he had drawn out a little of in their years married.

So very different from the woman the world had always seen her as.

His voice echoes in her head -- the veiled offers, the seduction in his eyes. He wants it, surely he does. Every little gesture seems to be screaming his desire for --

No, she thinks. Her small hands make fists in his shirt: a visible reflection of her inner struggle.

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Though Jack tries to calm his ever increasing heart beat, he only succeeds in doing quite the opposite. Racing at a pulse that would surely cause any normal human to pass out.

His throat feels as dry as his lips did, and as he stares at her he finds himself without words. He recognises this in her, he saw this, on occasion. But there's more in it now, a depth and a danger. (And he'd be lying if he said he didn't find the danger erotic in and of itself).

"I wanted you." His voice is gruff and deep. Full of need and want and desire. Curiosity he shouldn't allow himself to have.

As her fist tightens in his shirt he looks down. He spots something of her struggle and immediately covers the hand with one of his own. Comforting. "It's okay. I'm here."

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"I try very hard not to let this be me, but it's always here. Always crawling beneath my skin. His legacy lives on in me, Jonathan. His blood calls and god help me, I yearn to answer it so very, very much."

The words come out in a rush, a soft breath of the human side of her even as the demon looks out through her eyes.

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"But you're strong." Jack whispers back, strong. "Just look at you. You're not letting this shape who you are. Yes, it's part of you. Yes it's here, but look at you."

His hand moves to her cheek, a finger brushing over her lips. "I believe in you. And you're beautiful."

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She can't help it. It's a thoughtless impulse, but his hand on her mouth? Mina grazes the pad of his finger with one razor-sharp little fang. Slick, swift, it's entirely possible that he doesn't even feel it.

But there's the warm rush of blood into her mouth, sweet-tart and metallic and utterly delicious. She closes her eyes and suckles, obscene little growling noises coming from her throat.