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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 1:56:57 GMT -8
She pursed her lips. A good question. Part of her thought it would be a good idea to just leave him here to his own devices; in his state, it would be thoroughly amusing to try and stop her from doing so. Not that she imagined he would. Something about him...
She gave her head a quick shake, "We spend the night here, I make sure you don't slip into a coma--by the way, I'm pretty sure you have a concussion-- and I'll take you back to wherever it is that you need to go in the morning. That's the plan, anyway."
Now she looked at him challengingly, daring him to deny her that. The way he was now, he would barely last an hour on his feet. He would need help getting home (wherever that was). It was her damned sense of duty and responsibility for this now, but there was no way around it. Even this man who was careful and sly deserved as much. If it hadn't been night, she might have taken him now...but this deep in Barker territory and as messed up as he was? It was safer to just wait out the dark.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 2:09:50 GMT -8
A moment after she'd finished speaking, Cain smoothed his fingertips down onto her kneecap again, spreading them over it to send a chill along Delilah's leg. He chuckled to himself at this, and then let his arm relax on her leg again. There was something inherently maternal about the way she spoke. Cain couldn't tell if it bothered him or drew him in... but his response would be the same no less.
"I can take myself," the main replied, demurely sliding his gaze to the left, while not quite meeting hers yet. His eyes slipped closed, a coy tug at the corner of his mouth. "Wouldn't mind spending the night, though."
Without really realizing it at all, Cain's fingertips would trace lightly along the girl's kneecap; just careful, absentminded strokes. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 2:25:13 GMT -8
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her as he spread his hand across her knee slowly, sending a tingle jolting up that leg. She frowned at herself, forcing a small little smile to her lips. He was enjoying this as much as she had enjoyed making him squirm when she rubbed his ribs.
She almost missed his words entirely as he began tracing little lines around her kneecap with the pads of his long fingers. She thought absently that this must hurt a little, from the burns he had suffered. Again, Delilah forced herself out of this train of thought with a shake of her head. Fuckin' men.
Then she remembered what he said and she frowned down at him, an amused lilt in her voice. "It would take you nearly an hour just to walk up the street. And you're sick as hell. You're a walking target. I will take you[/b] to where you need to go. Or at the very least, somewhere your brother can take you safely."[/color]
Her unoccupied arm planted itself firmly into the jut of her hip as she looked down at him, face smooth and not taking no for an answer, obviously. Actually...
A devilish grin alit her features. "I don't think you're really in any place to refuse, anyway."[/size]
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 2:42:32 GMT -8
With his head tilted back against the seat, Cain just raised his brow with his eyes closed as she spoke, and jokingly jostled his head to and fro just little bit as if he were mocking her authoritative tone with a juvenile flair. A smile crept across his lips, obviously getting a kick out of this.
But after the last thing she said… he opened his eyes. He lifted his head and turned to face her slowly. His ruby-red stare had an expectant, 'oh really' sort of look. Playful.
"Yeah, right." the man scoffed, challenging. "I'll refuse what I want." [/b][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 2:57:47 GMT -8
Seeing him mock her like that almost elicited a surprised laugh from the mechanic. It was just so...immature. But she stuck to her guns, looking down at him just as defiantly as he was now looking at her (Yeah really[/i]). SOMEone didn't like being told what to do~.
She leaned a little closer to him, bracing her forearm against the back of the chair near his head so their eyes were level. Her brow arched neatly.
"Cute~," she said in a tone that indicated that she was infinitely amused. She already had logic on her side; Now this was just fun. "You think you can actually refuse my help. How charming. Endearing, even. I believe I shall shed a tear for the sheer strength of your will," she pretended to wipe away said invisible tear.[/size]
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 3:03:11 GMT -8
Cain narrowed his eyes incredulously at the woman, his grin only spreading at the delightful sound of her willful sarcasm. Did he have anything to say in retort? Not quite.
...But he pinched the outside of her thigh near her knee, lightly but suddenly. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 10:19:16 GMT -8
Looking down at him, smug as she was, waiting for the sparring of wit that was about to ensue, Delilah did NOT fully appreciate the vulnerability of her position and nor the carefully placed hand on her knee.
She let out a surprised yelp that was really more of a sharp squeak. Her arm catching her as she nearly collapsed forward and into him. Delilah clapped her free hand to her mouth at the suddenness of the sound. After a moment, she grinned at him, lowering her hand as a quiet laugh bubbled up from between her lips, shaking her shoulders.
"Touché, she gestured to his rib cage with a smile, "But given your predicament, I would say THAT is probably a game you don't want to play. It would be all to easy to win~."
As she said this, her hand drifted from her lap to reach over her leg to his chest. One finger would loop through his nipple piercing and give it a light tug, unless he stopped her.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 10:41:02 GMT -8
Smirking at his small triumph and her threat, Cain gave the girl a darkly amused look. Bring it on. Her hand moved to his chest where he expected--and braced himself for, a little bit--another poke in his mangled ribs. Instead, Delilah's fingertip found its way to one of the rings piercing his nipples… lightly pulling. Which felt vaguely pleasant. Cain wondered if that had been her intent, and figured it probably wasn't given her apparent inclination to torture him… but then again if she was going to go about her torture that way, the man may have met his match.
…Unless he called her bluff. If she was bluffing.
The man glanced down at her hand, then back up to her delightful blue eyes with a kittenish smile, almost purring.
"What're you doing?" [/color] he challenged. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 11:44:57 GMT -8
"Debating whether or not tearing one of these out is worth my time. Or the blood," she replied casually enough, giving the piercing another light tug, smiling much as he was now.
Or, maybe she just wanted an excuse to touch HIM.
She tsked at the state of him, shaking her head gravely. "Poor Cain. Trapped in a pawn shop with mean ol' Delilah Black keeping you away from freedom," her fingers on his chest walked across his tattoo to the other side, giving that piercing a playful tug as well. "Powerless. Helpless. It's a good thing I'm nice."
The term was used rather loosely as this time, she DID give his battered ribs a light tap. Delilah tackled wickedly, softly.
A little too fun.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 14:27:03 GMT -8
"Tch."
Nice looking.
This girl just wanted to devour his pride, didn't she? Cain winced again at the light tap on his rib, and with the same half-hidden snarl as before he leaned a little closer to Delilah and tilted his head toward her. His ruby eyes smoldered like sultry jewels even in the darkness.
"Don't touch if you ain't buyin'." he softly growled, almost daring her to do that again. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 15:14:12 GMT -8
"--Says the man with his hand on my leg," she shot back, still grinning. And she DID touch him there again, though this was just to smooth out a kink in the tensor. Or so she told herself.
"why? What are you gonna do about it? Pinch me to death?" she laughed. And why shouldn't she? This was absurd. She was absurd. The situation was REALLY absurd.
And yet, she enjoyed it greatly.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 15:34:55 GMT -8
"But I'm not playin' around." Cain retorted, with a artful grin. Whereas he couldn't tell what Delilah's underlying intent was, his had been rather direct the whole time. And he didn't even try to hide it.
He felt the light touch at his rib again, sending another little aching pang up his side. Challenge accepted. Rather than pinch her again, Cain leaned over and nipped the girl lightly on her bicep with his teeth, not too hard, but definitely a bit snappy. The devious glint in his red eyes hissed, no, but i'd eat you up. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 18:47:05 GMT -8
She sucked in a quick breath at the sensation of his teeth on her skin, almost a hiss, at the delicious feeling of his teeth on her skin, setting the entire area alight with the sort of pain that almost tickles. She grinned fiercely at him, chuckling through her teeth as she edged her face a little closer to his, "Hungry, are we?" her voice was a low, husky growl at this point. She leaned closer...
..only to grab the can of beans from the night-stand table across from him and placing it firmly in his lap. Withdrawing her bitten arm, she pulled up the leg that still rested on the floor, tucking it up against her chest as she moved back away from him, a wry smile on her lips. "I think that's about all you can handle right now. 'Dessert's' not out of the question, but..." the same deviousness in his eyes were reflected in hers as she looked at him. "In your state, what I would whip up would probably finish you off~."
Joking, but serious. Mr. Busted-in-half-and-sick-as-hell was not in a condition for...strenuous activity. The main thing for holding her back. She hadn't seen Stu in weeks, though she knew he was around. Part of Delilah (the part that held her moral compass, it would seem) would feel appalled at this self-admission later...but as she was now, the man sitting beside her was very, very tempting. If she wasn't so sure she would break him, this might have already devolved into something more...explicit.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 19:26:03 GMT -8
"Oh… harsh." he breathed, wincing, a sarcastic wounded look playing over Cain's face. But he caught her drift… like a chill gust tauntingly faint with the warm scent of a long-gone summer. A defeated half-smile lit up his features despite it, to mask the ever-growing frustration with his current weakness and the slowly smoldering resentment for… whoever or whatever the hell was responsible for it. The urge to stab vulnerability in the face and regain independence would have prompted him to stand if he wasn't certain that Delilah would stop him from trying to get free (he had to admit, she did have the upper hand). And besides… there was no harm in sticking around a little longer for the company, even if it did sting his pride a little to sit there like an invalid.
After a moment, Cain gave a conceding nod and leaned his head back with a tired little smile. With his eyes closed he gently patted Delilah's knee. Good game. His other hand drifted over to remove the beans from his lap and drop them on the floor, leaving his right arm slumped over the arm rest.
"If you stay right there… I wouldn't hassle you," he offered in a quiet voice, calmly realizing that her presence there still made him feel a little warmer... even if warmth wasn't quite what the feverish man needed. Cain normally would have balked at being even just a little bit of a sap, but he didn't seem to have the energy for his usual stubbornness. Or he just didn't care anymore, around this girl. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 19:58:57 GMT -8
A small pang of regret (how long had it been?), but she wasn't about to budge on that either. The man needed to rest. And she probably would break him, even on a healthy day.
An interesting thought, to say the least.
She watched him set down the beans on the floor with interest (No appetite, mm? Bad sign. Or maybe that's not what he's "hungry" for...)
"If you stay right there… I wouldn't hassle you," [/color][/blockquote] Oh, that did it. Maternal instincts kicked in and she smiled warmly down at him, not saying anything. She turned her hips a little so that she was facing the same direction that he was, and slipped an arm lightly around his shoulders, leaning slightly towards him so that he could rest his head against her chest. To support his head properly, you see. With the other, she twitched the blanket back into place before settling back, her head resting against the top of the chair. "Sleep. I'll keep watch."[/size]
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