[ alucard doesn't mind that she's plain, or drab, or anything. he likes her however she is, and, well, if he understands the outside matching the inside, he doesn't comment on it.
instead he gives her space for the most part, works when he needs to, and comes home tonight to find her on the sofa with the dog--and he smiles, settling next to her and tipping his head back into the cushions. he looks tired, a little, but lifts a hand to pet the dog nonetheless. ]
How was your day?
[ it's weird, living with someone. no wonder he mostly keeps his apartment to himself. still: he doesn't dislike it. ]
[ It feels like a bit much to hole herself away the entire time she's staying with him- she could just as easily do that back at the store. The smile is comforting. She often feels like she's being a burden, especially here with Alucard when he's not her dominant and he'll get in trouble along with her if they're caught.
She tries her best to smile back as convincingly as possible. ]
[ alucard would allow it, because it's not his business, but he would wonder after it, wonder if there was a way he could assist. he knows letting her stay is helping, in a way, but he likes her enough that he can't help but want to do more.
he grimaces at 'long' because he divines the 'awkward' out of it, but then shrugs into the cushions with a hum. ]
Boring. [ truthfully. ] It was fun at first, or at least funny, but now it's just tedious.
For now, though, she sets the book aside and leans her head back on the cushions as well, puncture wounds from their time together at the hotel in full view as she does so. ]
I can imagine. [ If it weren't for Remus and the loose schedule at the bookshop, she'd feel the same. After spending her adult life as an Auror, going to something so mundane was rough- she could only imagine the difference between what he was used to and what he was doing now. She licks her lips and scratches behind the dog's ear a little. ] You're home now at least... I'm not in the way, am I?
[ tbh he can't even judge the situation, messy as it is, but still: get your shit together, wizards.
he turns his head to watch her when she moves, expression benign and unreadable. however, his eyes linger at her neck, her throat, the puncture marks he left behind last time.
finally he tears his gaze away to look her in the eye and frown. ] Why would you be in the way? I hope I haven't given you that impression--I'm just. Used to living alone in a basement. [ wry. ]
This place is great at finding the messiest of us.
[ She chews on her lower lip and accepts the hand, shifting a little so the dog moves from her lap first. She climbs into his lap without a second thought, fingers threading with his with the hand he has a hold of.
She knows this isn't something she should get used to offering- something she should probably think more about before offering. But it was a nice feeling- for him to desire her like this. And after her grand fuckup with Remus, she definitely wanted to be wanted. ]
[ when he draws her closer, it's gently. baskerville settles against her leg once she's in his lap, and he continues to hold onto her hand even after she's done moving.
he shouldn't be encouraging this: he has blood bags in the fridge, for christ's sake. he doesn't do this anymore, shouldn't partake--but she's here, and willing, and it's so nice to have someone that wants to feed him, and he's so bad with temptation.
he breathes, needlessly, and lets his lips brush the crook of her neck before he opens his mouth.
when he bites down it's slow and painless and measured. ]
[ She's grateful for the hold on his hand- she brushes her thumb over his a little. Dora stretches her neck slightly, breathing out as his lips brush over it.
She gasps a little when he bites down, coupled with with a quiet groan. Her free hand holds onto his shoulder to keep herself as close as possible. ]
[ the game they're playing is dangerous, honestly. when he makes the bite pleasurable, it's a measured move, but it has side-effects: she could become addicted to it, easily, and while the first bite was fine, the second is more questionable--and the more they do it, the higher the risk is.
he drinks slowly, his free arm coiling around her waist to keep her close against his body as he squeezes her hand. it's good like this, and he knows that he could easily get too used to it too--
--instead of stopping, instead of pulling away to suggest that maybe they shouldn't, he presses on. ]
Even when it's questionable danger like this. She knows how this works, and logically she knows that this could only get more dangerous from here on out. But it feels so nice to be needed like this- to not be pushed away, but pulled closer.
She breathes out another quiet moan against his ear, eyes fluttering shut as she continues to cling to him. ]
[ it makes alucard feel wanted too, because there's consent involved--he's not taking anything without permission. what he's drinking is being granted to him as a gift.
that's more addictive to him than the bite.
the moan makes him shudder slightly, grip on her tightening, though eventually, eventually, he does pull away with a low groan.
he licks his lips, then the mark he's left on her, then he just brushes his lips against the spot, fond. ]
[ She feels him shudder a little before his grip on her tightens- something that makes her shudder. Realistically, she knows that it has to end- there's only so much blood in her body.
Dora smiles and presses her face into his shoulder as he licks the bite mark and brushes his lips across it. ]
Did you get enough?
[ Her voice is low and husky as she turns so she's not speaking, muffled into his shoulder. ]
[ that's his only response for a moment--he's content, and sated, and he closes his eyes before he answers in a low rumble. ]
Of blood? Yes. Of you? Never.
[ it's a low tease, but it's also genuine. he's always wanting, and covetous, and desires more so long as it will be granted to him. be it blood, sex, or simple attention. ]
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instead he gives her space for the most part, works when he needs to, and comes home tonight to find her on the sofa with the dog--and he smiles, settling next to her and tipping his head back into the cushions. he looks tired, a little, but lifts a hand to pet the dog nonetheless. ]
How was your day?
[ it's weird, living with someone. no wonder he mostly keeps his apartment to himself. still: he doesn't dislike it. ]
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She tries her best to smile back as convincingly as possible. ]
Long. [ Awkward. ]
How was yours?
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he grimaces at 'long' because he divines the 'awkward' out of it, but then shrugs into the cushions with a hum. ]
Boring. [ truthfully. ] It was fun at first, or at least funny, but now it's just tedious.
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For now, though, she sets the book aside and leans her head back on the cushions as well, puncture wounds from their time together at the hotel in full view as she does so. ]
I can imagine. [ If it weren't for Remus and the loose schedule at the bookshop, she'd feel the same. After spending her adult life as an Auror, going to something so mundane was rough- she could only imagine the difference between what he was used to and what he was doing now. She licks her lips and scratches behind the dog's ear a little. ] You're home now at least... I'm not in the way, am I?
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he turns his head to watch her when she moves, expression benign and unreadable. however, his eyes linger at her neck, her throat, the puncture marks he left behind last time.
finally he tears his gaze away to look her in the eye and frown. ] Why would you be in the way? I hope I haven't given you that impression--I'm just. Used to living alone in a basement. [ wry. ]
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[ Even if she noticed his gaze linger on her neck a little- the question has her pulling her attention back to him. ]
You didn't- really. I just know this is- well, it's a bit messy, that's all.
[ She smiles a little... and eager for a change of subject after noting that he looks a little tired. ]
Are you hungry?
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[ with a wry, knowing look. ]
You can't possibly think I have all my shit together?
[ come on, he's a mess. completely. but then he pauses, because he knows he's caught out, and his lips twist somewhat but it's not unpleasantly. ]
It's been a while since I've fed.
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[ Though with that look she raises her eyebrow up at him and teases: ]
Is that a trick question?
[ She pauses for a moment and licks her lips. ]
I'm yours- if you'll have me. [ The offer is quiet, but no less sincere. ]
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[ he laughs at the tease though, tilting his head and looking at her warmly. ]
I don't think anyone in this place has their shit together, so yes.
[ he inhales unnecessarily at her offer though, before he shifts to make his lap a bit more accessible for her and offers her his hand. ]
Come to me, then.
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[ She chews on her lower lip and accepts the hand, shifting a little so the dog moves from her lap first. She climbs into his lap without a second thought, fingers threading with his with the hand he has a hold of.
She knows this isn't something she should get used to offering- something she should probably think more about before offering. But it was a nice feeling- for him to desire her like this. And after her grand fuckup with Remus, she definitely wanted to be wanted. ]
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[ when he draws her closer, it's gently. baskerville settles against her leg once she's in his lap, and he continues to hold onto her hand even after she's done moving.
he shouldn't be encouraging this: he has blood bags in the fridge, for christ's sake. he doesn't do this anymore, shouldn't partake--but she's here, and willing, and it's so nice to have someone that wants to feed him, and he's so bad with temptation.
he breathes, needlessly, and lets his lips brush the crook of her neck before he opens his mouth.
when he bites down it's slow and painless and measured. ]
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She gasps a little when he bites down, coupled with with a quiet groan. Her free hand holds onto his shoulder to keep herself as close as possible. ]
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he drinks slowly, his free arm coiling around her waist to keep her close against his body as he squeezes her hand. it's good like this, and he knows that he could easily get too used to it too--
--instead of stopping, instead of pulling away to suggest that maybe they shouldn't, he presses on. ]
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Even when it's questionable danger like this. She knows how this works, and logically she knows that this could only get more dangerous from here on out. But it feels so nice to be needed like this- to not be pushed away, but pulled closer.
She breathes out another quiet moan against his ear, eyes fluttering shut as she continues to cling to him. ]
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that's more addictive to him than the bite.
the moan makes him shudder slightly, grip on her tightening, though eventually, eventually, he does pull away with a low groan.
he licks his lips, then the mark he's left on her, then he just brushes his lips against the spot, fond. ]
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Dora smiles and presses her face into his shoulder as he licks the bite mark and brushes his lips across it. ]
Did you get enough?
[ Her voice is low and husky as she turns so she's not speaking, muffled into his shoulder. ]
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[ that's his only response for a moment--he's content, and sated, and he closes his eyes before he answers in a low rumble. ]
Of blood? Yes. Of you? Never.
[ it's a low tease, but it's also genuine. he's always wanting, and covetous, and desires more so long as it will be granted to him. be it blood, sex, or simple attention. ]
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She turns her head back towards his shoulder and presses a kiss there through the fabric. ]
You tease.
[ Her tone is still fond, though she's not sure how to answer something like that without deflecting. ]
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[ he smiles at the kiss, huffing a soft noise and turning just enough to tip her chin up so that he can kiss her lazily on the mouth with a hum.
it's not demanding or anything, not even actively pushing toward something sexual--just fond, and affectionate. ]
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Her hand that had been on his shoulder instead moves up to cup his face- to keep the kiss going. She answers against his lips, murmured and quiet: ]
Mmmm. I know.