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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 2:21:05 GMT
Jaime grinned. If Dominic kept drinking like this, he'd be hard pressed to keep up with him. He finished his and filled them up completely, intending to nurse it this time. He took a small sip and nodded. "Been... good?" he laughed. "Saying that makes it sound like I enjoy killing. But I haven't been seriously hurt, and I've saved a few people. So, yeah, I guess good works."
Taking another drink, a little bigger this time, Jaime rolled his eyes. "She's fine. In better shape than me, honestly. She's healed completely fine. I still get stiff on rainy days. But with her succubus girlfriend, she would have to be able to... keep up, so to speak, wouldn't she?" He smirked.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 2:28:55 GMT
Dominic shook his head as he chuckled. "Saying you've been good doesn't sound like you enjoy killing. It just lets me know that you've been okay. Honestly...I'd started to worry you'd gotten yourself killed." He took a small drink of his brandy, eyes not meeting Jaime's as his thoughts overshadowed the burn from the alcohol. "I was tempted to go into town and ask your friend if you were okay...but you know me. The big, scary, outside world."
Setting his half empty glass down once more, the healer propped himself against his counter, hands gripping the edges. "Oh? So she finally managed to get her succubus then? Well I suppose she would have to keep up. But, if you want something to help with that stiffness, I can mix you something up before you leave." He offered, knowing it would be nothing for Jaime to ask the friendly lady healer for help if he needed it. Honestly, when he stood there and thought about it and how Jaime didn't need him once he was back out there...well it made his heart heavy and his smile slipped for but a moment.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 2:40:52 GMT
Jaime nodded, a smile on his face. "Yes. The big, scary outside world. Living out here, I can see how you'd think that. I'm used to it, and I do. It's... nice, here. To be able to let your guard down." He took another drink, grimacing slightly. Not having to worry about what was in the shadows; or who might be following you, looking for revenge. It took it's toll.
He'd missed it, out here. Feeling safe, and being in Dominic's company.
"But yes, she did. Yvaine doesn't like her going on hunts, but Viveka's careful, now. She's smart as hell and damn good with a gun. I feel a lot better with her watching my back," he admitted. "It's... scary, honestly. Being out alone. Something could attack you, and no one would know what had happened."
Maybe it was the alcohol getting him to admit it. Of course, Dominic wasn't stupid, and Jaime wasn't a machine. The healer would know the terrors being a hunter brought. He'd come rushing in when Jaime had woken up screaming from a few of the worse ones. But after being out and here feeling safe, the caution back out in the world had turned into more paranoia. And that was dangerous.
Shaking his head, he swallowed the rest of his glass, absentmindedly rubbing his chest at the burn. But he still reached again for the bottle, and poured more of the dark liquid into his glass. "But I would appreciate it," he said, "It makes running a pain, sometimes. And makes me feel a lot older than I am."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 3:26:26 GMT
"I know it can be. I'm sorry there is even a need for you to live that life. But, I also understand you're helping people. You're doing what you have to to keep people safe." Dominic drunk down the rest of his brandy. Letting it settle warm in his belly before speaking again. "I just wish it didn't involve you almost getting yourself killed on a daily basis. There's not much I can do out here to help or even know if you're okay." His gaze grew distant, the words flowing out of his mouth before he could even stop them. "I can't remember the last time I worried so much about someone after they were gone from my care."
Dominic sighed, filling his own glass back up once more, twirling the glass ever so slightly to watch the dark liquid move about in the stout tumbler. I'll make you something up for your stiffness problem before you leave again. Do you still have nightmares? I've been experimenting with some tea brewed with a hint of dreamer's root. It just eases you into a good slumber and the dreams are nice."
The healer wish he hadn't mentioned dreamer's root. Just the mention of it brought him back to the day he'd walked in to his friend moaning and writhing on his bed to dreams of Dominic...and the way he had responded to them. Jaime would find him disgusting if he knew. He took another long drink from the glass, hoping the burn of the brandy would distract his mind once more.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 3:50:30 GMT
"This life kind of just... I guess chose me sounds cliche. And it didn't even really chose me. It kind of just... showed up and was so in my face I got sucked up into it," Jaime murmured. "I had been going to school to be an engineer, and..." he shrugged, reaching for the bottle again. "New career choice. With shit benefits and short life expectancy. I do get to be my own boss, though, so I guess that's something."
He froze a little, glass halfway to his lips, when Dominic said he worried over him. Lowering his drink, he looked at the healer, and he smiled; soft and warm. "It's nice to know someone worries," was all he said, unsure of how he should take that.
And at the mention of the dreamer's root, heat shot up his spine. That was easily the best dream Jaime had ever had. He hated himself, knowing how often he thought back to it. "I... think I would just prefer the nightmares," Jaime said, a little stiffly. "The... dreams are incredibly vivid." Taking another long swallow of the harsh liqour, he added, "Sucks to wake up from something so nice and realize it's not real, you know? I'd rather wake up from a nightmare and be able to calm down and tell myself, "It was just a dream.""
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 4:20:13 GMT
Dominic stared at him for a moment, not sure how to take that. Was he saying he was disappointed that he hadn't woke up to find himself with the healer instead of alone in his sick bed? If the healer were younger he might have tried to interpret it as something else entirely...but he was not young. He was aged and even if he couldn't know everything...he wasn't a fool who passed everything off as mere coincidence.
"Or maybe the good dreams are just trying to tell you something. I can't speak for you because I don't know the dreams it gives you..." Liar. "But from my experience you either work to make those dreams come true or you use it as something to learn from. I can understand being wary of how vivid the dreams can be, though. In tea it makes them a little less so." He found himself lying again. Perhaps it wasn't a lie, though, perhaps he'd just found himself more aroused and lost in the dreams he'd had of jaime to the point that they seemed more vivid than they actually were.
He felt a small amount of shame for still taking the root, knowing what he would see when he closed his eyes, but he was by himself out here...Jaime would move on and find himself dead or forcibly retired and Dominic and a dream he'd had once would be the last of his thoughts...and he'd never have to know the dreams and thoughts Dominic had of him.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 4:29:38 GMT
Jaime shook his head. He wasn't drunk enough for this. Work to make them come true? What was he to do, throw himself at Dominic? And be shoved away? No, he didn't think so. Dominic could castrate him with a thought.
Oh, if only the healer knew.
"I don't think I'll learn anything good, if the dreams stay the same. And sometimes... dreams are dreams, Dom. They aren't meant to be chased." Instead of pouring more brandy for himself, he just took a swallow from the bottle as he stood.
"Rabbit should be done," he said, a little unsteady at first. It was a tedious task, cutting the rabbit up to put in the vegetable and beef stew Dominic had made. There were so many tiny bones in rabbit... He cursed, something he rarely did, when he managed to prick himself with the knife he was using. "Son of a bitch.. oh, I'm too drunk for this." He laughed, sucking the blood from his wounded skin. "Do you have a band-aid? Or just some tape and a napkin?"
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 4:48:37 GMT
Dominic shook his head and walked over to the hunter. He was right, though, some dreams weren't meant to be chased. What would come of it even if Jaime had? Dominic had made the mistake once of trying to bring someone back to life, another hunter...would he do the same if it were jaime? What then? He would be killed and IF he managed to save Jaime, most likely by the hunter himself.
That was one of the rules, wasn't it? If your family or loved one became a supernatural problem...it was your job to end it, to prove that you still stood for what was right over human emotion. Or, at least, that had been the rule when his son had taken up the mantle of hunter.
Shaking the thoughts and feelings free, he took the other's calloused hand in his,turning it over so he could Place the palm of his other hand over the hunter's wound. "I think I can manage at least this much, my friend." His bright blue eyes met the other's as he let the magic pour from him and slowly mend the broken skin.
Was it cliche to say that, for the first time, looking into his eyes like that, even with the heat of the liquor rolling in his belly, he didn't feel the dark creeping at the edge of his mind. Dominic felt calm, so calm and so content in that moment, he didn't release the other's hand right away.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 4:58:33 GMT
Jaime didn't move as the healer took his hand, eyes watching the way the blood stopped and his skin closed. Before he had met Sierra, he had assumed there'd be more to it. A soft glow of power, maybe. But there was nothing but warmth as the tiny wound healed.
He looked up at Dominic, and felt his breath catch. Those dark eyes were staring directly at him. What he saw in them scared him and thrilled him, and froze him. His wound was healed, but he hadn't let go of his hand.
"I... Dominic?" his voice came out weak. Everything in Jaime screamed at him to kiss the healer, but those eyes held him still.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 5:17:25 GMT
He felt his whole body heat up as he held both Jjaime's hand and his gaze. How many times had he been this close or closer and, not once, take the chance? Back then it was because Jaime was his charge. The hunter couldn't leave if dominic made him uncomfortable, wasn't well enough to return home and never see him again. But now? Now he was well and he was right there, staring into his eyes.
The other's weak and somehow soft voice brought him back to himself. He almost pulled away, almost dropped that hand he held in his...but he didn't. Instead, he moved a hand to cup the Hunter's cheek, and pulled him closer, closing the short distance between them. Licking his lips, he waited only briefly before pressing his lips to Jaime's.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 5:57:28 GMT
Jaime flinched as Dominic reached up to cup his cheek, shocked and unbelieving as he drew him closer. A part of him wanted to pull away, wanted to force himself to wake up. Surely, this wasn't real.
But then Dominic licked his lips, and Jaime found himself surging forward into the kiss. He threw his arms around the healer's neck to pull him closer, kissing him hard and deep.
How many nights had he thought about kissing him? How many times had he recalled that dream, ashamed but too aroused to care? He moaned low into the kiss, clutching the healer tighter. He was warm and strong against him, lips soft and burning. Jaime wanted Dominic to devour him.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 12:16:17 GMT
Of all the things Dominic had expected, Jaime's enthusiasm was not one of them. He hadn't expected the hunter to nearly tackle him to meet the kiss full force but he most certainly wasn't complaining. His large hands made themselves around the other's body, gripping at the arch of his back, the other gripping even lower without intending, groping the toned ass it found there.
If jaime hadn't been kissing him so hard, moaning so deeply, he might have withdrew that hand...but instead he just pulled the hunter ever closer, his kiss possessive, passionate and desperate. He'd spent months imagining this scenario again and again, and nothig could prepare him for the softness of those scarred lips, the heat of Jaime's body or the forcefulness of his kiss.
Somewhere, in the back of Dominic's mind, he thought about how, perhaps, he needed to back off, tend to dinner, but the heat in his belly and the way the hunter's touch burned him...there was no way he could just walk away, just stop this. Breathing heavily through his nose, moaning deeply into the kiss before gripping Jaime and spinning their bodies around. He pressed the hunter against the counter, one hand moving to his hair as the other gripped the wooden counter top.
Dom worried only briefly, in the back of his mind, about how rusty he must be after all these years, what jaime must think...but his mind was a haze, too muddled by the heat from the alcohol and the way the other's tongue felt against his own. It was perfect and so much more smooth than the brandy yet took his breath so much more easily.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 12:44:18 GMT
Between the kiss and being shoved back against the counter, Jaime's breath was knocked out of him. Dominic's moan only spurred him on more, and while he broke away to gasp, his fingers pulled roughly at the healer's hair, his hips arching against his solid body.
Normally, he'd be ashamed at how desperate he was. A single kiss, and the confines of his jeans were painfully tight, body aching for friction. He arched against him again, diving back in for another of those heated kisses that took his breath away.
It'd been far too long, since he'd had someone touch him that he cared about. Markus was a friend, he was attractive, but... it wasn't like this. Jaime wouldn't say he loved Dominic, not yet, but he could. And it made his heart flutter and the heat in belly curl, pleasure racing up his spine.
When he broke the second kiss, he pulled back enough to look over the man's face. His lips were kiss-swollen and his eyes were fever bright. It made Jaime shudder, and he opened to mouth to speak... but to say what? How good Dominic looked? How long he'd wanted this?
"I..." he said, the syllable breathy. And then he gave up and pressed their lips together again.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 26, 2014 12:58:43 GMT
Hands at his hair, Lips and tongue colliding with his and Jaime's eager hips. God it was almost overwhelming. The dreams, the fantasies...none of it could have prepared him for the real thing. Eager and responsive were things he hadn't quite expected of the younger man, even if he had heard his dream root induced moans.
Dominic met each kiss with the same fire, the same passion, only disappointed when his handsome hunter pulled away. At first he thought that Jaime was going to protest, think better of what they were doing but he just dove in and kissed him once more. Dome's hands ran through that long dark hair, remembering each time he'd dream of touching it, or gripping it firmly as he tilted Jaime's head back...just as he did right then.
He admired the tan throat so many times, imagining the beauty of it with his marks littering it and the way it might arch in pleasure and how his adam's apple might jump as he gasped and moaned his name. It was hard not to just admire it again, but his lips reacted without him, descending on the other's throat, leaving warm kisses down over his pulse pointed. His teeth grazed the flesh before lips closed over the sensitive flesh.
His hand not gripping in dark hair, wrapped around the hunter's body, gripping him tight. He held him in place, wanting to keep that warmth close, to assure himself that this wasn't just another dream.
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Post by Shea on Jun 26, 2014 23:50:34 GMT
Jaime's eyes fluttered as Dominic attacked his throat with kisses, the hand yanking his head back by the hair drawing a breathy moan from his throat. He remembered, all those months ago, when Dominic had been afraid of hurting him by WASHING his hair.
No. God, no. He was such a sucker for having his hair pulled, and he wanted to beg Dominic to mark him. But he held his tongue, letting the shivers racing up his spine and the goosebumps raising along his skin speak for him.
His hands slipped under the healer's shirt, rough palms sliding up Dominic's back, memorizing the dip and swell of muscle and the scars that littered it with touch. But it wasn't enough for him, not then. For months, he'd wondered and lusted.
Pushing Dominic away enough to make space, Jaime fell to his knees, fingers shaking as they reached for the button of Dominic's pants. He was just about to tug down the zipper when he paused, and looked up. "Is..." his voice was rough, and he licked his lips. "Is this okay?"
Just because Dominic had kissed him didn't mean he'd want more. But Jaime hoped like hell he did.
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