For Cassidy

[patterns_bloom]

Alana's hands are already exploring Cassidy's chest as soon as she shuts the door to her room. She'd told him she wasn't opposed to sex, and not only is she willing, she's downright enthusiastic. She nips his ear between her teeth, pushing him against the door with her hands on his thin shoulders. Alana thanks her lucky stars that she's wearing her tallest heels; at 6' tall, Cassidy dwarfs her mere 5'1".

Her living room behind her, should Cassidy be distracted enough to glance at it, is neat as a pin. Decorated tastefully in sage green and white, the room hosts two plush chairs and a just-as-plush couch with soft throws. The seats are set up around a polished coffee table to facilitate conversation. A gas fireplace rests in the corner, waiting to be turned on. Dark bookshelves lined with color-coded books and silver and blue vases flank an open doorway, which teases at a bedroom beyond.

Alana tries to arrest Cassidy's attention by sucking on his collarbone.

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[patterns_bloom]

Alana's smile is quick, and almost rueful. She drums her fingers up and down his ribs. "I believe it. Do you think you'll manage to escape them, or will they never stop?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Eh, well, done alright for meself so far, but lately they've gotten way too close for comfort, 's why I've needed to keep moving. I figure when I go back out the door, I'll just lay low for a while, see what things're like there, wherever 'there' is. In fact those blokes I mentioned earlier, the ones I was traveling with? Turns out they were them. ...An' we were in a private jet."

[patterns_bloom]

Alana's eyes widen as she considers the implications of that. "Tell me you had a parachute."

[irish_vagabond]

"Nope. An' I highly advise against jumping out of a plane with no parachute, I cannot stress that enough."

A quick beat.

"Anyways, that's how I literally landed in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't a pleasant landing, I'll tell ya that much. But as you can see, I'm fine. That's another vampire thing, I'm kinda nearly indestructible. I mean, sure, I can get hurt, but I heal pretty quickly with enough blood."

[patterns_bloom]

Alana doesn't gasp, but it's a near thing. She brings her fingers up to her mouth, and then lowers them again. She wraps her arms around his chest and rests her head on his shoulder.

"Good grief, Cassidy. That must have hurt," she says, shaking her head against him. "How did you heal in the middle of nowhere?"

[irish_vagabond]

"I believe I also mentioned a cow?"

The Quincannon Meat & Power company is currently missing one heifer that wandered too far from the slaughterhouse.

He slides an arm around Alana and kisses the top of her head. "Now, then, don't you go worryin' about me, I'll not be jumpin' from planes again anytime soon."

[patterns_bloom]

Alana's laugh is sudden and startled. She glances up at Cassidy with a grin. "You drained a whole cow? That was some fall, so I suppose needing to eat a cow makes sense."

She pushes herself up and presses her lips to his in a brief, affectionate kiss. "Then I won't worry. You seem to be able to take care of yourself just fine."

[irish_vagabond]

"Hey, a cow has a lot of nutritional value, an' I needed all of it," he remarks with amused pragmatism.

Smiling at the kiss, he still wonders how he ended up here with her. He probably shouldn't think too much of this. And really, neither should she.

"Like I said, lass, I've done well on me own. That's me, always gettin' by."

He draws her in for another kiss, lingering a little this time.

[patterns_bloom]

Alana breaks the kiss only when she needs to breathe. She offers him a wicked grin. "Cassidy," she says, her voice a breathy moan on his name. "You ready to go again?"

[irish_vagabond]

He utters an equally wicked chuckle, flashing his own grin that shows far too much teeth.

"Oh, I'm always ready, luv."