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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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.

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Jack does notice it. Perhaps usually he might not, but usually his senses aren't so heightened. Aren't so on edge. He finds himself, perhaps against better judgement, yielding, and twisting his finger to accommodate her.

The noises are enough to drive him near mad. Deep throaty noises that remind him of ones he produced from her so long ago.

And so he seals his fate. "Take what you want."

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The words are her undoing, but not in the way it might be expected. Perhaps if she had a better grip on him than just a finger, things may have been different. Perhaps if he'd been anyone other than the love of her human life, another victim of Dracula himself. Perhaps if he'd not offered himself as a willing, loving sacrifice, she'd have taken everything she wanted because of the memory that she couldn't hurt him. Perhaps --

But his words are her undoing, startling Mina deeply enough that she releases his finger and pushes herself away from him as she fights a very literal inner demon.

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The action is one Jack doesn't expect, and it takes him a moment to gather himself and work out what's going on.

"Hey," he speaks softly, stepping back to her. His hand immediately reaching for her shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay. I know, I know. God it must be so hard for you."

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She snarls at him, dropping to a crouch and slinking back a few inches. "Just... give me a moment. Please," Mina growls softly. (Oh, but this was a ridiculous idea: she has a concert to play tomorrow night -- being around that many people so close to this will drive her mad...!)

"Please don't touch me. Not yet."

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Jack nods and drops his head a little. "Of course." He takes two steps back and perches himself down on the edge of the bed. He watches her, feeling entirely helpless, and entirely guilty.

"If there's anything I can do to help..."

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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."