Harry was starting to kind of like sitting in John's apartment. The view was, as mentioned, better. The sofa was comfy, as was the blanket. It was clean and tidy in a very endearingly OCD way. Even the CD rack was alphabetized.
And John was good at quiet. Harry was aware of his neighbor before today, but didn't really know him. Yet they were already getting really good at comfortable silence. Usually you had to know someone for a while before you could resist the impulse to fill any gap in the conversation with noise. But here, in the dark peacefulness?
So Harry was surprised when John stood up and went to the window, movements quick and lacking his usual grace. "You should leave."
Harry lifted his head from where it'd been resting on the arm of the sofa. He'd been working steadily towards a nap. "What?"
"Go back to your apartment." His tone was hard, but lightened when John glanced sideways to smirk at Harry. "You can borrow the blanket. Just give it back later."
"Did I do something wrong?" He tried not to sound like he was whining. It was just that he was looking forward to that nap. It was hard to sleep in his own apartment, alone in the blackout. There was that creepy paranoia that someone might break in while he was sleeping.
"Not expressly. But you're still here," John said, giving Harry a significant look.
"Okay?"
He snorted. "I'm getting hungry, Mr. Dresden. My iron control has its limits. One such limit is sharing my space with a... with you."
Harry sat up straighter. "With a what?"
"Best I don't answer that. You wouldn't understand." His smile turned somewhat bitter.
"Try me. I mean, I haven't felt the urge to search for any sharp, stake-shaped objects yet." He knew he sounded defensive there. But he hadn't done anything to make John think he wasn't okay with the vampire thing. The cageyness was bothering him.
John slinked back over to the sofa, leaning down with one hand on the armrest. "With a warm, hot-blooded man who is falling asleep on my sofa." His eyes gleamed in the dark, almost glowing. "Do you know why vampires tend bite people as they sleep?"
Harry put all of his focus on not moving away, pressing back into the cushion. He had asked. "No?"
John bent further down and inhaled deeply. Then he grinned, something wild to the look on his face. "Sweeter taste. And the melatonin is rather nice. Mellow and heady." His breath gusted over Harry's mouth.
In the next instant, he stood up straight and backed away. "Clear enough, Harry?"
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Fill 4/?
Date: 2011-03-06 05:54 am (UTC)And John was good at quiet. Harry was aware of his neighbor before today, but didn't really know him. Yet they were already getting really good at comfortable silence. Usually you had to know someone for a while before you could resist the impulse to fill any gap in the conversation with noise. But here, in the dark peacefulness?
So Harry was surprised when John stood up and went to the window, movements quick and lacking his usual grace. "You should leave."
Harry lifted his head from where it'd been resting on the arm of the sofa. He'd been working steadily towards a nap. "What?"
"Go back to your apartment." His tone was hard, but lightened when John glanced sideways to smirk at Harry. "You can borrow the blanket. Just give it back later."
"Did I do something wrong?" He tried not to sound like he was whining. It was just that he was looking forward to that nap. It was hard to sleep in his own apartment, alone in the blackout. There was that creepy paranoia that someone might break in while he was sleeping.
"Not expressly. But you're still here," John said, giving Harry a significant look.
"Okay?"
He snorted. "I'm getting hungry, Mr. Dresden. My iron control has its limits. One such limit is sharing my space with a... with you."
Harry sat up straighter. "With a what?"
"Best I don't answer that. You wouldn't understand." His smile turned somewhat bitter.
"Try me. I mean, I haven't felt the urge to search for any sharp, stake-shaped objects yet." He knew he sounded defensive there. But he hadn't done anything to make John think he wasn't okay with the vampire thing. The cageyness was bothering him.
John slinked back over to the sofa, leaning down with one hand on the armrest. "With a warm, hot-blooded man who is falling asleep on my sofa." His eyes gleamed in the dark, almost glowing. "Do you know why vampires tend bite people as they sleep?"
Harry put all of his focus on not moving away, pressing back into the cushion. He had asked. "No?"
John bent further down and inhaled deeply. Then he grinned, something wild to the look on his face. "Sweeter taste. And the melatonin is rather nice. Mellow and heady." His breath gusted over Harry's mouth.
In the next instant, he stood up straight and backed away. "Clear enough, Harry?"
Harry swallowed thickly. "Cr-crystal."