Splinters ((attn: Ginnie))
Standing naked in the bathroom, Alec looked at the beating he'd taken. Yup. He'd definitely have to get some pointers from Mathias before they did that again. The bruising extended across his entire right shoulder, upper arm and all along the ribcage. Luckily the ribs seemed to be single fractures, so no floating bones. The glass though...the glass sucked. Doing as best he could with the curvy salad tongs, Alec pulled shards of glass and wood from his side. His leg had been easy - very few bits got through the pants, but the sheer material of the top had been shredded. On the bright side, it probably meant that there was no fabric crammed back in the wounds - that was always a pain to sort out. Of course, some of the smaller cuts had sealed the tiny shards inside...that would be irritating to sort out since they would be at such awkward angles.
Ungh. *plink* Eeee... *plink* Ow *plink* Ah! Ah! *plink*
Leather was now officially required clothing for the Abattoir.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he'd managed to avoid any facial damage. That was good - a broken nose for a ball would have sucked. Hopefully the ribs wouldn't inhibit him too much at the event. Staring at the mass of scars on his stomach, he was glad that he didn't have to worry about further scarring. He scarred white, so it was always noticeable. And he had more than enough already. Still baffled at how Ginnie didn't seem to mind them, he continued his task.
*plink* *plink* Ow! *plink*
((ooc: plinking sound are sizable glass shards in the sink))
*plink* *plink* Ow! *plink*
'What in the hell is he doing now?' She followed the noise into the bedroom and saw the light pouring from the bathroom. Curious she crossed the room and stood in the doorway watching a very battered Alec pull glass from his arm.
"Need a hand?"
She leaned against the door frame, fighting the smile trying to curl her lips. It never ceased to amaze her the amount of bizarreness her mate brought home.
Yeah, some of those around back are a pain to get to...and here's a scalpel for the ones that have healed in. But you'll never guess what happened.
Chuckling to himself, it stopped quickly as Ginnie pulled out another of the good shards. The downside of healing quickly proved to be getting crap lodged under your skin that you later had to fish out.
Yeah, yeah, there was another bar fight at the Abby, no big deal. But guess who started it?
"You know these would have worked their own way out, but you wouldn't want to bleed and drop glass shards all over the Mayor's mansion."
Ow. Good one. And no...that would be most unseemly.
Shit. So much for my wearing white. Black ok with you?
And no. I blame Mathias. He bumped the first guy. I just wanted a nice quiet drink. Ok, and a couple of loud ones. We toasted you, you know.
Maybe it wouldn't come up who threw the first object. That would ruin his shot at the innocence claim. Alec had wanted to wear the white, but with how he was feeling, added to the fact he'd be pushing small shards, the black would be a safer bet.
Owww.
Ginnie wasn't feeling terribly sorry for her lover's plight. He knew better and it was his own fault. Now Mathias, that was a surprise. There was a line right across his shoulder blade of raised bumps, she slid the scalpel in one long cut over the top of it, catching the shards as they fell.
"What was Mathias doing at the Abby?"
Wondering what else Mathias might have been about there, Alec shrugged. Probably the same things he had - to let off steam and to put his mind off his troubles.
I don't think the fight was entirely accidental. Probably destined to happen tonight. Lots of tensions are running higher than normal in clan and because of our disquiet spreading to the homeless. I think the storm could be hitting soon, and I don't think we're ready yet.
Feeling an idiot, he dulled his sense of touch. When had he started to automatically turn it up when he was at home with Ginnie?
That's better. Anyway...I just wish we had more of a clear picture of what was about to happen around us. I feel like the clan is on the defensive, whereas we're much better taking the fight to others.
"Damn, slick, somebody stomp on you?"
Chuckling, she found several bumps and went about slicing them open and catching the glass.
Craning over his good side so she could better dig at him, Alec asked
Anything new on the work front? Or are we going to let things cool off a bit more?
"I tested the bullets today, they don't work right, I need to find a way to get them spinning faster sooner. The techs are doing a great job of restocking the Vault. Talked with Carol."
She removed six shards from under his nipple, and moved gingerly over his broken ribs. "Did you best the scanner?"
No...the damn techies did good work. I can get past it, but not reliably enough for actual work. The scan is too fast and efficient. I need to figure a way to get through its override without the trigger resetting. Honestly, it is an excellent piece of gear. I feel bad about smashing that first one, but...uh...it was necessary. For research purposes.
In actuality, he'd gotten so frustrated that he knocked a small safe off of the table and onto the optical unit. Of course, that little "breakthrough" had been what revealed several key vulnerabilities to exploit. At this point he'd take the progress where he could get it.
Smiling at her "work clothes", he was glad she hadn't dressed for the event. He'd hate to have bled all over her nice dress. Rubbing his tender nipple, he winced. He'd read a book with someone who died of complications from an infected nipple. Creepy.
But no...not yet. And no, I don't need a new replacement for this one, yet. Still in good working order.
"You seem glass free. I want to clean some of this up and check again. Then you need to shower and we'll wrap your chest in gauze so that you don't give anyone a wet hug. Also you should feed. I have two blood bags in the fridge or," She just couldn't resist any longer, and as she put water on the cloth, she licked the blood from his nipple, then whispered, "You can drink from me."
Ok that probably wasn't a good idea, becuase then she'd want to drink from hima nd then they'd burn a lot of time in the bed when they should be heading to a party. 'Eh, no one will miss us.'
I feel glass free. Thank you, love. And I should feed, huh? Well, if the doctor orders. I don't mind being a bit late...but it looks like you could use a shower, too. Where were you? It looks like there's a bit of bird ish on your scrubs...ah. Up on the roof?
Pulling her closer by the ties on her pants, Alec smirked. He was getting used to being naked around her, but he preferred it immensely more when she was naked as well...even with the clumsiness it inspired in him. Misreading her trip to the roof, he continued.
Don't worry, you'll get your spin all figured out. Just a matter of time.
Trailing a finger down her cheek, he spread his hand along her jawline as he kissed her.
You're just too smart and sometimes you forget that some problems are just hard. Even for you. You'll see your way through it.
Pulling lightly on the strings, her pants fell to the floor. Sliding his arms around her, he moved into her kiss more fully, reaching around for the ties at her back. Giving them a similar treatment, he ran his hands across the smooth, milky skin of her back, holding still a moment. That was nice. Squeezing her softly with his good arm, he leaned back. Looking a bit mischievous, he asked
Fashionably late, then?
"Forgive my cliche...Take me to bed, Alec."
Chuckling she plunged her tongue deep into his waiting mouth.
Now, this simply won't do. All of those little kittens staring up at me. Enough to give a man a complex. Off they go...
Pulling lightly at the fabric, he slipped the scrubs up her arms easily. Moving his hips suggestively, he leaned over her, trailing kisses up her arm and to her neck where he nipped lightly.
And we wouldn't want to spill on the shirt, either, now would we?
Lifting her back up, he refused to grunt and let the pain show. Sliding his arms up under her shirt and along her back, he squeezed her tight to him, lightly licking her ear, then kissing her quickly and sliding her shirt up and with a little assistance, off. Grinning wickedly, he quipped
No bra? Did you have this planned, Miss Kavanagh?
as he set her rear back down on the bed. Disengaging her arms again, he smiled, holding her hands as she lay back, hair spread out around her in waves and ripples. Shaking his head, he ran one hand over her stomach, a breast and to her neck and under, sighing
Who decided you could be so lovely? Hardly fair at all. How can I help but want you?
Leaning down, he kissed her lightly on the forehead, pleased that he'd remembered to speak in English.
She looked up at him, as he settled his body against hers, her love for him still amazed her and she smiled softly as he pressed his lips to hers.
Wanting to respond, he found that he couldn't - that part of his brain wasn't getting its fair share of blood at the moment. He'd check back later.
She moved with him, in the steady seeking rhythm he set. Unlacing her hand she turned her head to the side and pulled his face to her neck. She was close to that white hot edge and the anticipation of his bite had her breath coming short fast pants.
Suddenly, the tapestry changed - the breaths were the same, the beats were the same, Ginnie's low moan counterpointed his own...the discord was gone. Throwing open his senses, he bit down, hard. As he swallowed the first mouthful of her living liquid, his hips spasmed powerfully, causing a slight involuntary gasp and a light cough to send the trickle of misplaced blood back to the surface. Continuing to thrust, he let his mouth fill once more as her body began to heal the small punctures, as total rapture folded around him.