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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 16, 2009 23:39:41 GMT -5
Since the sunrise, nothing out of the ordinary had happened--that is, Lucy showed no ill effects from either the vampirism or the cure for it, and Lucille still hadn't made another appearance (though there were a few times when John resurfaced). Lucy's mood was much better, now that her life was "back to normal", or as much as it could be.
True to her promise, she kept well away from Jekyll's lab and only showed her curiosity about his work in the form of harmless questions.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jun 17, 2009 10:09:21 GMT -5
((Sweet. Thanks for starting.))
For his part, Jekyll kept working.
It was slow going, because he couldn't go trying everything on himself anymore and that required more study, more testing.
And the changes were still coming unbidden.
Lucy's presence was becoming familiar, even comforting. He hesitated to admit this even to himself, for he'd lived alone for a long time. But as guilty as he felt over her condition, he did not truly want her to leave. He wondered if he was guilty of being somewhat glad they had been thrown together. He worked very hard at not taking advantage. But he was clearly still a haunted man, drawn and tired from his work.
And one morning, he woke up feeling... exquisite. There was no other word for it. He felt young and strong and vital; he rose fully awake, stretching as if he'd been asleep for years and, though well-rested, was stiff. His body was ravenous, for food and... other things. He smiled to himself, looking about at the mess that fool Jekyll was making of both their lives, and took a deep breath.
Ahhh. Lucy. Jekyll was more of an idiot than he'd thought. The girl was just here, asleep and helpless with no bloody Henry Jekyll there to protect her. Protect her from what?
Hyde bent over her, smiling and lustful, his hands tracing her form without touching.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 18, 2009 10:49:34 GMT -5
((No prob...and omg, that post *swoons*))
Lucy slowly surfaced from the deep sleep she'd been in. Something, some sixth sense, had brought her back to wakefulness even when she'd struggled to stay in slumber. She blinked, glancing up at...Henry?
It was him, wasn't it? He looked about the same, though there seemed to be something more...feral...about his appearance.
"Good mornin'." She said with a yawn.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jun 18, 2009 15:10:14 GMT -5
The face was very similar. But it was younger, both in years and care, and there was a light in his eyes that spoke of cruelty. He smiled in a way Jekyll never did, knowing and careless.
And she had no idea who he was. What had Jekyll been doing, he wondered to make this sort of wake up acceptable? Not so much the superior being now, was he?
"Indeed it is," he fairly purred, and leaning forward the rest of the way he kissed her without preamble, with the hunger of appetites long denied by both men.
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Post by Lavinia on Jun 18, 2009 15:54:44 GMT -5
((Has randomly invaded your thread to inform you that she would very much like to read a Hyde/Mercutio thread. XD))
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 18, 2009 17:08:19 GMT -5
((And you're making me feel unloved! What happened to the rentboy and the vampire, hmmm? )) Lucy's eyes widened with surprise, as Jekyll never kissed her--well, unless she kissed him first and managed to surprise him enough to do so back. Maybe...after all this time...he was softening. She kissed him back, a bit hesitantly, still getting the sense that things were a bit off.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jun 18, 2009 22:33:12 GMT -5
((Hyde is certainly open for business.))
Hyde, smiling inside, deepened the kiss, not giving her a moment to doubt. Oh, she might fight, but it wouldn't displease him and he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't put her out much, either. Besides, what did he care?
"Lucy, Lucy," he murmured in her ear, his voice silken and low. His lips found her neck. "Come, love... I cannot deny it any more..."
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 21, 2009 16:02:08 GMT -5
She couldn't stop the words from popping out.
"Really? I mean...not that I mind...you were just so quiet before."
She kissed him again, then paused to wait for his response.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jun 22, 2009 10:13:59 GMT -5
He grinned down at her, a feral light in his eyes.
"Ah, but I was a fool," he said. "I thought I could protect you. But that's not really what you want, is it?"
His hand crept down her side, familiar and demanding.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 23, 2009 18:33:18 GMT -5
"You can do both! Took ya long enough to figure stuff out, heh."
She curled her fingers through his hair, which for some reason seemed thicker...a bit wilder.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jun 24, 2009 13:07:51 GMT -5
She was making this far too easy, Hyde thought. How did Jekyll put up with someone so... simple? Beautiful, yes, and sensual and not without a certain... talent. But what was he thinking?
"Well," he said, one hand creeping down her leg, the other propping him up as he leaned over her, his lips hovering over her jaw, her cheek, her ear. "Better late than never. Isn't that what they say?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jun 26, 2009 20:50:37 GMT -5
"Yep, I've heard it before."
She really wanted to stop wondering about the little voice in the back of her head, but it simply wasn't going to go away unless she gave it voice. With a little a sigh, she said:
"How are you feeling? No bad things from the potion lately?"
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jul 8, 2009 10:40:22 GMT -5
His hand was on her now, his touch demanding but not rough. Not yet. There was promise in his fingers, though of just what might have been uncertain. Or rather, with what manner; the intent was clear.
"What do you think?" he murmured into her ear, his breath teasing the skin of her neck. "How do I feel?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 8, 2009 13:34:57 GMT -5
A little shiver ran through her at the contact, the whisper.
"Nevermind."
Oh, screw it. She could ponder more on this later, when she wasn't so distracted by him.
She grabbed him and kissed him soundly.
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Post by Edward Hyde on Jul 8, 2009 14:04:04 GMT -5
He almost smiled against her lips, his triumph intoxicating. If she couldn't tell the difference, who lived here, in his rooms, what difference was there? He didn't want to be Henry Jekyll, but the triumph lay in the fact that it would bother Jekyll far more that she was so mistaken.
His triumph was not in her, certainly, easy as she was. But that wouldn't stop him from taking her, and if she enjoyed it all the better for Jekyll's shame. Because he would remember that forever.
Hyde's attentions became more demanding, no longer content with her lips as his hands sought skin.
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