James hovered and fussed, to the point I had to order him to stand on the other side of the room so that the doctor could bandage my ear. Ms. Gard neither hovered nor fussed. She stood guard at the door, still and silent. She did not approve of my actions regarding Harry. But she would obey, and that was all that mattered right now.
“How is he?” My own voice was loud in the room, surprising. Dr. Singer packed away the last of the trash, wrapping it up in a bright orange-red biohazard bag and sealing it up.
“Asleep. I've bandaged everything that needed it and given him a few stitches. He needs to rest, Mr. Marcone and to take it easy. I gave him something that should keep him under for at least another six hours.” The man rose from his crouch of the floor. He didn't look anything like a doctor, really. He'd have looked more at home in the middle of a junkyard or a bar fight. It explained why I liked him better than any other doctor I'd ever had to deal with. The man had no pretense to him. “I left antibiotics with instructions on the nightstand in his room.”
“Thank you. Mr. Hendricks will see you out.” James pushed off from his position on the wall and nodded at me. I waited until they were out the door and then rose, stretching out sore muscles, the pain dulled by a mild pain-killer.
“Mr. Marcone.” Ms. Gard spoke, softly but confidently. “I need to speak to you about Dresden. I know that you feel as though you understand what has happened here, but I don't believe you do. It is not Dresden any longer.”
“So you said. But he is still in his own body, is he not? It is a form of possession, as I understand it.”
“Yes. But the being that has taken control is...it is old. It was not being insulting when it called me 'child'. It is far older than I, and more powerful. You came through the shielding I have in place here as though it did not exist. If it so desired, it could kill us all without much effort at all. And that is without access to Dresden's own capabilities.”
“So you would recommend?” Kill him.
“If you're not going to hand Dresden over to his friends to let them deal with him?” I shook my head. They wouldn't be able to understand what had happened, to help him. “Then you need to tread carefully. We have no way of knowing what it's goals are. Above all else, do not piss it off. It is possible that the creature and Dresden will simply leave at some point and we will all survive.”
~
I woke with my hand on the hilt of my knife, a slender body shifting against mine, curling up against me. Long fingers wrapped around my wrist, squeezing the bones and tendons together.
“We won't need that, will we?” Harry's voice, but not his speech. “Unless you're into that sort of thing. In which case, I suppose negotiations could be entered.” A gentle laugh, low and rumbling. Something that tugged at my lungs and lower. I turned my head and met glowing, alien amber eyes in Harry's familiar face. I released the knife and pushed at it with my fingers to send it further away, out of easy reach. Harry's face smiled and his hand squeezed my wrist tighter before easing off, becoming a gentle pressure instead.
“May I ask what I should call you?” He settled closer into me, radiating nearly uncomfortable heat through the thin cotton of my pajama pants. One thin leg passed over mine, pressed in between, nestling.
“Lasciel.” I felt the palm of his hand against my hair, moving slowly, learning the sensation, perhaps. Harry's body wrapped around me, hot, incredibly hot and sweat beaded up along my spine.
“With no disrespect, Lasciel, my doctor examined Harry and he needs to be resting. I would ask that you allow his body to heal before-” The light from my windows shone off of white, even teeth and then soft, warm lips brushed against my temple beside my eye, so close my eyelashes brushed against them as I blinked.
“Adorable. So very sweet, little Baron.” The weight of Harry's head came to to rest on my shoulder. “Harry,” subtle emphasis, “is asleep. And I am healing his body as we speak. I have no desire to harm him. To the contrary in fact.” A long, slow, undulating movement against my side and it became obvious that Harry was not wearing the pajama bottoms I'd had him dressed in. “I need to concentrate my efforts on healing his body. It leaves him open to the remaining effects of the obedience collar. Your presence eases those.” His hand ghosted down the inside of my arm, down across my chest and then Lasciel brushed the back of Harry's hand across the front of my pants, just hard enough to make me twitch. “I didn't think you would mind.”
I drew in a long, calm breath. Lasciel shifted Harry's body against mine. The tips of his fingers, callused and just slightly rough traced along the edge of the top of my pants. I sucked my stomach in, and slowly lifted my hand to take hold of Harry's wrist. To draw his hand away from my body. Lasciel let me do it.
“Harry is unaware of what you are doing with his body?”
“Mm. Being unconscious, yes.”
“And touch, simple touch is enough to help with the...effects?”
“Yes.”
“Then I would ask that you not do this.” Lasciel moved, cocking Harry's head to stare at me with those strange eyes.
“He would not mind, I think. And I assure you sex would help speed the healing process. There is an exchange of energies that I could use to my purpose.”
“None the less. He is not capable of telling me this himself at the moment. And without that assurance, I will not take advantage of him.” Not again. Not by my choice.
Harry's lips curled into a sensual smile, an expression I wouldn't have thought him capable of. Lasciel's eyes glowed a little brighter and then faded back to a dull, beautiful glow.
“So strangely moral, when it suits you.” Harry's head dropped back down to my shoulder and the hand I had been holding rose, his arm wrapping around my chest. “It confuses him.”
Harry's breathing evened out into something resembling rest. I lay there, staring up at my own ceiling, his too thin, too warm body pressed against me, oddly comfortable.
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Fill: Bad Angel V 2/? (3, maybe? I hope to finish it off tomorrow...)
“How is he?” My own voice was loud in the room, surprising. Dr. Singer packed away the last of the trash, wrapping it up in a bright orange-red biohazard bag and sealing it up.
“Asleep. I've bandaged everything that needed it and given him a few stitches. He needs to rest, Mr. Marcone and to take it easy. I gave him something that should keep him under for at least another six hours.” The man rose from his crouch of the floor. He didn't look anything like a doctor, really. He'd have looked more at home in the middle of a junkyard or a bar fight. It explained why I liked him better than any other doctor I'd ever had to deal with. The man had no pretense to him. “I left antibiotics with instructions on the nightstand in his room.”
“Thank you. Mr. Hendricks will see you out.” James pushed off from his position on the wall and nodded at me. I waited until they were out the door and then rose, stretching out sore muscles, the pain dulled by a mild pain-killer.
“Mr. Marcone.” Ms. Gard spoke, softly but confidently. “I need to speak to you about Dresden. I know that you feel as though you understand what has happened here, but I don't believe you do. It is not Dresden any longer.”
“So you said. But he is still in his own body, is he not? It is a form of possession, as I understand it.”
“Yes. But the being that has taken control is...it is old. It was not being insulting when it called me 'child'. It is far older than I, and more powerful. You came through the shielding I have in place here as though it did not exist. If it so desired, it could kill us all without much effort at all. And that is without access to Dresden's own capabilities.”
“So you would recommend?” Kill him.
“If you're not going to hand Dresden over to his friends to let them deal with him?” I shook my head. They wouldn't be able to understand what had happened, to help him. “Then you need to tread carefully. We have no way of knowing what it's goals are. Above all else, do not piss it off. It is possible that the creature and Dresden will simply leave at some point and we will all survive.”
~
I woke with my hand on the hilt of my knife, a slender body shifting against mine, curling up against me. Long fingers wrapped around my wrist, squeezing the bones and tendons together.
“We won't need that, will we?” Harry's voice, but not his speech. “Unless you're into that sort of thing. In which case, I suppose negotiations could be entered.” A gentle laugh, low and rumbling. Something that tugged at my lungs and lower. I turned my head and met glowing, alien amber eyes in Harry's familiar face. I released the knife and pushed at it with my fingers to send it further away, out of easy reach. Harry's face smiled and his hand squeezed my wrist tighter before easing off, becoming a gentle pressure instead.
“May I ask what I should call you?” He settled closer into me, radiating nearly uncomfortable heat through the thin cotton of my pajama pants. One thin leg passed over mine, pressed in between, nestling.
“Lasciel.” I felt the palm of his hand against my hair, moving slowly, learning the sensation, perhaps. Harry's body wrapped around me, hot, incredibly hot and sweat beaded up along my spine.
“With no disrespect, Lasciel, my doctor examined Harry and he needs to be resting. I would ask that you allow his body to heal before-” The light from my windows shone off of white, even teeth and then soft, warm lips brushed against my temple beside my eye, so close my eyelashes brushed against them as I blinked.
“Adorable. So very sweet, little Baron.” The weight of Harry's head came to to rest on my shoulder. “Harry,” subtle emphasis, “is asleep. And I am healing his body as we speak. I have no desire to harm him. To the contrary in fact.” A long, slow, undulating movement against my side and it became obvious that Harry was not wearing the pajama bottoms I'd had him dressed in. “I need to concentrate my efforts on healing his body. It leaves him open to the remaining effects of the obedience collar. Your presence eases those.” His hand ghosted down the inside of my arm, down across my chest and then Lasciel brushed the back of Harry's hand across the front of my pants, just hard enough to make me twitch. “I didn't think you would mind.”
I drew in a long, calm breath. Lasciel shifted Harry's body against mine. The tips of his fingers, callused and just slightly rough traced along the edge of the top of my pants. I sucked my stomach in, and slowly lifted my hand to take hold of Harry's wrist. To draw his hand away from my body. Lasciel let me do it.
“Harry is unaware of what you are doing with his body?”
“Mm. Being unconscious, yes.”
“And touch, simple touch is enough to help with the...effects?”
“Yes.”
“Then I would ask that you not do this.” Lasciel moved, cocking Harry's head to stare at me with those strange eyes.
“He would not mind, I think. And I assure you sex would help speed the healing process. There is an exchange of energies that I could use to my purpose.”
“None the less. He is not capable of telling me this himself at the moment. And without that assurance, I will not take advantage of him.” Not again. Not by my choice.
Harry's lips curled into a sensual smile, an expression I wouldn't have thought him capable of. Lasciel's eyes glowed a little brighter and then faded back to a dull, beautiful glow.
“So strangely moral, when it suits you.” Harry's head dropped back down to my shoulder and the hand I had been holding rose, his arm wrapping around my chest. “It confuses him.”
Harry's breathing evened out into something resembling rest. I lay there, staring up at my own ceiling, his too thin, too warm body pressed against me, oddly comfortable.
Re: Fill: Bad Angel V 2/? (3, maybe? I hope to finish it off tomorrow...)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 12:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Bad Angel V 2/? (3, maybe? I hope to finish it off tomorrow...)
That...did not happen the way you were hoping it would, I think.
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 01:19 am (UTC)(link)Love how protective Lasciel and Marcone is of Harry.
It's like a long overdue theraphy session or something. :D
Can't wait the read the next part tomorrow! :)
Re: OP Here
Re: Fill: Bad Angel V 2/? (3, maybe? I hope to finish it off tomorrow...)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Bad Angel V 2/? (3, maybe? I hope to finish it off tomorrow...)