Post by GREY MADDOX on Feb 28, 2021 18:14:13 GMT
LFloating somewhere other than Tinkerbell’s bed Grey had found himself weightless and lead heavy all at the same time. Mentally drifting in the dim light that was all that made its way in from outside now, thoughts far away while his body had been anchored to the bed. Lax fingers dragging over skin damp from something other than the shower as Destiny eased from the bed. Rolling, he’d landed face down in her pillows, one blue eye peering from under tousled brain hair as she slipped from the room. Satisfaction curled his legs as he noted how unsteady she was. There hadn’t been much point in a thank you if he hadn’t been thorough about it.
He drew in heavy breaths that carried their mingled scent as he listened to her buzz around the apartment. Maybe he should’ve made a move to go, rising on his own leaden legs to gather up what had been left of his clothes after the wolf-let had fried him in the street. Dressing in the still stained jeans and tattered shirt and slipping out of there with much more of a word. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d left without those ridiculous whispered promises of returning when he had no intention to. He’d never believed in platitudes, had never asked them from anybody else. Gratitude yeah, stroking egos that meant nothing to him no. Something had him lingering … maybe that gratitude, maybe just his inability to get up yet. Maybe Tinkerbell’s wonder at what she’d been able to achieve last night, that pixie dust like joy filling her wide eyes.
The door clicked lightly shut after she slipped in. He watched her with that one uncovered eye as she slipped back into bed, just beyond his fingertips. He’d have reached for her, curled fingers back around her hips if he could muster the energy back up but she was cutting him off with that quiet murmur. Grey adjusted his head on the pillow as she held back a giggle. ”’s nothing wrong with both.” One dark brow arching as he pursed his lips into a faintly smug smile. ”You want me to play Professor Higgins?” Lie? Shaking his head, Grey watched her curl up away from him, giving him what was a polite amount of room with a guy you’d slept with but hadn’t had much real intention of sleeping with. Doing everything she thought he would want, giving him options. ”Yeah,” Grey drawled lightly, not giving any promises of anything more or less. Leaving his own options open. Intending nothing more than catching a couple of hours of sleep for now, getting life back into limbs left deadened by death, resurrection and a good time in bed with someone absolutely enthusiastic about the whole thing.
She was out before he was, a quiet lump breathing heavily at the edge of the mattress. Grey watched her until his own eyelids grew heavy. Blue irises a bright glimmer in the slit of dark lashes, watching, studying when she was entirely unguarded in sleep. That might’ve been the time to take up the offer she’d dropped into his lap before she went under but the other offer was still there in his mind. She didn’t seem well versed, her surprise at the resurrection bag, her absolute guileless when it came to asking about what had happened to him, that joy that had lit up her face as her healing had worked. Tinkerbell was a mystery still, despite the ways she’d already opened herself up to him. One that he wanted to get to the bottom of in a town that held a threat that had lingered like a dark cloud over his family’s lives for centuries. He slipped under with the spell he’d cast on his mind, those invisible threads still stretching out across the town as the folks of Mystic Falls slept.
Invisible threads to her, hooked beneath all that alabaster skin and his own hardened shell as their slept. Repeatedly they tugged her back to her, awareness rising just enough as she shifted closer to him in her sleep, frustration rising each time as she pulled away again. Like she was already anticipating cutting that no man’s land between them deep. At last, as dawn was rising and a pearly light began to chase away the dark , Grey gave in, his arm slipping around her waist, fingers flexing against the soft curve of her belly. Her hair was a silken cloud against his cheek, his lips in the hollow below her ear as he growled. ”I said yes,” he grumbled hoarsely, his fingers flexing again as he slid his leg between hers, another anchor. ”Where are you going? Just stay put, you wanna be here, be here. Stop denying yourself.” If you wanted something, you had to take it, because you sure as hell weren’t getting it any other way. The evidence of what happened when you didn’t had been scarred into his skin by his sister, those wounds that had torn open his stomach and chest and had been faded by the healing sacrifice he’d carried out and were hidden by a glamour now, was stark enough to any he let see.
hope to see you in the discord! 
