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Frost's Soulmate
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1 through F › Blade (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
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1,930
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Lay It Down
Lay It Down
~*~
"I wonder how you sleep
I wonder what you think of me
If I could go back
Would you have ever been with me
I want you to be uneased
I want you to remember
I want you to believe in me
I want you on my side
Come on and
Lay it down
I've always been with you
Here and now
Give all that's within you
Be my savior
And I'll be your downfall"
-Matchbox Twenty
~*~
Raven awoke with her head on a hard, cold pillow and a pair of gold eyes staring at her. She screamed. Her pillow reacted violently, springing up, which threw her aside. If the bed weren’t so big she would have fallen off. She blinked at Deacon and offered a sheepish, “Sorry.”
“Mr. Whiskers scare you?”
“Mr. Who?”
“Mr. Whiskers, the cat. Incidentally, I didn’t name him. Hell, he’s not even my cat.” Raven stretched out relieved that he wasn’t mad at her for waking him up.
“Who’s is he?”
“I have no idea. He’s a vampire cat though. We found him in a lab. These vamps were doing research. He was their perfected specimen, the only one who didn’t have this weird extra tongue.” Deacon stroked the cat’s head. “He drinks blood just like us.”
“You’d think they’d have picked a purebred cat,” Raven said as Mr. Whiskers jumped off the bed.
“That’s what I thought, the pure bloods usually stick together, then there’s him. He’s too sweet to be a vampire though.”
Raven smiled. “All depends on the type.” There was a knock on the door. Deacon stood, reluctantly and crossing over to the door, not bothering to put on pants. “Deacon!”
“I don’t care if Quinn sees my underwear.” She looked at the camera and saw the vampire that had been playing solitaire standing outside the door with four huge bags. Deacon opened the door. “Thanks, man. Any info?”
“Not yet. They’re looking harder. They’ve narrowed it down a bit.”
“Okay, tell them I want some names by tomorrow night.”
“Will do.” Quinn left and Deacon carried the bags into his bedroom and dropped them onto the bed.
“What’s this?” Raven asked sitting up straighter.
“Clothes. Pretty much anything you’d need.” Raven got up and went to his side. Together they went through the first bag. “I’m going to one of my clubs tonight. You want to come?”
“Remember? I’m a wet blanket. I’m way too uptight for a club.”
Deacon grinned at her. “I’m sure I can loosen you up.” She blushed looking back at the clothes. That was strangely enticing.
“What should I wear, if I do go?”
“Clubbing clothes.” She stared blankly at him. “You’ve never been to a club.”
It wasn’t a question but she answered. “No, I didn’t have the money when I was younger and I didn’t have the time when I got older.”
Deacon kissed the top of her head. “Then tonight will be an experience. I have some work to do. Find something sexy to wear, I’ll come to pick you up in two hours.”
“Could you give me some sort of clue?” she asked. “What do you want me to wear?"
“Surprise me.” She glared at him a little at that remark. He grinned back at her. “Women are supposed to enjoy this.”
“I’m not most women.”
“That,” Deacon said, “is very true. Have fun, sweetheart.” He left. Raven frowned at the pile of clothes. Mr. Whiskers hopped up onto the bed and stared at her in interest as she sorted through the clothing.
“If you’re going to keep staring at me you could at least help,” Raven told him. Mr. Whiskers yawned and stretched out. Raven opened another bag and started sorting through it.
“Deacon, you in?” a woman called. Raven turned and saw a beautiful woman with short platinum blond hair walking in. “Hello. Who are you?”
“I’m Raven.”
“Oh, you’re the girl that Deacon took. You clean up pretty good,” the woman said. “I’m Mercury. What’s all this?” She looked at the clothes lying all over the bed now heaped in piles.
“Deacon wants me to go with him tonight to one of his clubs. He told me to pick out something to wear.” Raven shook her head lightly. “The only time I’ve seen so many clothes is in Illyana’s closet.”
“Can’t narrow it down?” Mercury asked walking over and petting Mr. Whiskers.
“I don’t even know what I’m looking for.”
“You Night People,” Mercury shook her head. “You just don’t know how to have fun. I know Deacon pretty well. Want some help?”
“Um, sure.” Mercury sorted through the clothes with her finally coming up with a cocktail dress. It was black and knee length there was a slit up one of the thighs. It had spaghetti straps and came down in a low v-neck.
“I don’t know,” Raven said looking at it then back at Mercury.
“Just trust me, it’s perfect for your shape too.” Mercury pulled out a pair of black wrap around stilettos. “These will go smashing together.” Raven took the shoes wondering how she’d walk without killing herself. “On to the next items.” To Raven’s embarrassment she pulled out a pair of sheer black panties and a black lacy bra. “Perfect.”
“I guess,” Raven said. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mercury said. “I’ll just hit the boss up for a bonus. Have fun.” Mercury left. Raven folded the clothes, leaving what she was going to wear out, and went to take a shower.
When she got out a box was sitting on the sink. Raven opened it and found a black choker with a gold pentagram on it and two delicate gold earrings with tiny stars hanging from them. Raven dried her hair and, after a bit of thought, swept it up into a complicated bun. If Deacon wanted her to surprise him she would. She got dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She was actually beautiful. She had never even thought of herself as attractive before.
“You ready?” Deacon asked opening the door without knocking once again.
“Deacon!” Raven exclaimed.
“What?”
“What if I were naked?”
“Then I’d consider myself lucky.”
“I’m ready,” she told him.
“I can see,” he mused.
“Do I meet your approval?” she asked after a few seconds.
“Yes.” She followed Deacon out to his car. Soon they arrived, Raven could hear what sounded like normal clubbing music playing, it wasn’t the hard techno most of the vampire clubs played. Deacon got out and opened her door for her. “My lady.”
“Don’t try the gallant thing,” Raven said. “You suck at it.”
“Gee, thanks.” She put her arm in his as they walked in. Deacon watched her face carefully as she realized who was in the club.
“Deacon…”
“Go say hi.” Raven walked over to the vampires and threw herself into Ash’s arms. Ash laughed and hugged her.
“How’s it going, kiddo?” he asked.
“You’re alive? But you disappeared after Quinn…”
“I know,” Ash said. “The safe house was attacked, Quinn, Rashel and all the others died.” Compulsively, Ash grabbed Mary-Lynnette’s hand as though to remind himself that she was still there.
“I was almost killed,” Mary-Lynnette told her. “Ash grabbed me and carried me away. He brought me here and turned me.”
“We’re lucky Deacon took us in.”
“Night World vampires have something we don’t,” Deacon announced approaching. “No aversion to daylight, silver, or garlic.”
“But you guys aren’t allergic to wood,” Ash pointed out.
“True,” Deacon nodded.
“Anyone else alive?” Raven asked.
Ash smiled a little. “Look around, Raven.” Raven obeyed and her mouth dropped open.
“They’re all-“
“Deacon took us in,” Ash said. “We can stay as long as we continue making ourselves useful.”
“Please,” Deacon scoffed. “You’ve never been useful.” He turned to Raven. “Dance with me.” Ash snorted.
“I don’t dance.” Still he took her hand and led her towards the dance floor. “Deacon-”
“One dance won’t kill you, I promise.”
“I can’t dance, I’ve never danced.”
Deacon smiled. “Wow, you really are innocent. I’ll teach you.” He drew her into his arms as an Aerosmith song began.
~*~
“The day rolls in, the night rolls out
Desire rules without a doubt
The heart beats fast, you salivate
And when you come it won't be late”
~*~
Raven let him pull her against him. “Listen to the music,” he murmured in her ear. “Find the rhythm.” She nodded breathlessly. He started to dance, grinding against her. “Move with me.” She obeyed looking up into his eyes.
~*~
“I guess by now you got the score
A little taste you want it more
From San Antone to Marrakech
Yeah when the night comes
Everybody gotta have Flesh”
~*~
“Not so hard, right?” Deacon asked. She shook her head. “Good.” He leaned down and kissed her neck sweetly. “I want you, Raven.” He could almost hear her heart speed up. “More than I have ever wanted another woman. You consume me.” Her cheeks were flushed now.
~*~
“You got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
From the day that Eve did Adam
Down to Romeo and Juliet,
Everybody gotta have...”
~*~
Raven’s mind was racing. For the first time in a long time she didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to run screaming from this club. A much larger part wanted to take Deacon’s hand and lead him somewhere where they could be alone. She settled for wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself closer.
~*~
“And so my love, this story's told
From modern times to days of old
From Boston, Mass to Bangladesh
Yeah, when the night comes
Everybody gotta have Flesh”
~*~
Deacon smiled, she was a fast learner. He slid his hands over her back to rest right above her butt. The temptation to slide them lower was strong but he curbed it, just barely. His manhood was throbbing by this point and he knew she could feel his arousal as she moved against him. He could smell the spike in her scent. Her blue eyes were on fire. However, he knew better than to rush this. He wanted her to want him so bad she would beg, not that she’d need to.
~*~
“It's got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only think that's worth the sweat, yeah
From the Mississippi River
To the highest mountain in Tibet
Everybody gotta have....”
~*~
As the guitar solo began he kissed her, amazed when she whimpered and pushed herself even closer. He finally gave into the temptation and ran his hands lower cupping her butt and pulled her pelvis tight against his. He was thankful that he had led her to a corner of the dance floor so not many people could see them. He didn’t give a damn who saw them but he knew Raven wasn’t quite so uninhibited.
His tongue parted her lips and her hand fisted itself in his hair. The smell of her arousal was much stronger now and he realized that she had wanted him to kiss her as much as he had wanted to hiss her. His head was swimming with the pink haze surrounding them. It felt a bit like being drunk.
~*~
“Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
Flesh, you got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing, the only thing, the only thing
From a Sufi in a rickshaw to a bimbo in a pink corvette
Everybody gotta have...
...Flesh”
“Deacon,” her voice was soft and needy. It was almost his undoing. But he remembered his plan. She had to ask him. After what those men had done to her he wouldn’t rush her. He mentally shook himself, this soul mate crap sucked. Since when did he care what anyone else was feeling?
“Deac,” Deacon looked over his shoulder and saw Quinn standing nearby. He almost growled. “Sorry to interrupt, man, but we got what you wanted. I tried your cell but Mercury has it.” He looked at Raven. “Hi, I’m Quinn.”
“Good,” Deacon said willing his body to calm down. When he regained control of himself he turned to face his friend and second in command. “Do you have an address?”
“Yeah, all of ‘em,” Quinn nodded. “You want me to leave them on your desk?”
“No, this is something I should take care of now.” He turned back to Raven. “As long as you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead, I’ll catch up with the others.” He leaned down and kissed her slowly. “Deacon?” she whispered so softly even he had a little trouble hearing her.
“Mmm?”
“You aren’t going to do something evil are you?”
“Baby, evil is all that’s left in the world,” he pointed out gently.
“Yeah, but… I mean something bad that has to do with me.”
Why’d she have to be so damn smart? Well, it was easy to lie about this. “No, I’m not going to do anything evil.” Depending on what you call evil. To Deacon this was actually a good deed.
“Okay,” she didn’t look a hundred percent convinced but another kiss distracted her.
“I’ll see you at home.”
~*~
"I wonder how you sleep
I wonder what you think of me
If I could go back
Would you have ever been with me
I want you to be uneased
I want you to remember
I want you to believe in me
I want you on my side
Come on and
Lay it down
I've always been with you
Here and now
Give all that's within you
Be my savior
And I'll be your downfall"
-Matchbox Twenty
~*~
Raven awoke with her head on a hard, cold pillow and a pair of gold eyes staring at her. She screamed. Her pillow reacted violently, springing up, which threw her aside. If the bed weren’t so big she would have fallen off. She blinked at Deacon and offered a sheepish, “Sorry.”
“Mr. Whiskers scare you?”
“Mr. Who?”
“Mr. Whiskers, the cat. Incidentally, I didn’t name him. Hell, he’s not even my cat.” Raven stretched out relieved that he wasn’t mad at her for waking him up.
“Who’s is he?”
“I have no idea. He’s a vampire cat though. We found him in a lab. These vamps were doing research. He was their perfected specimen, the only one who didn’t have this weird extra tongue.” Deacon stroked the cat’s head. “He drinks blood just like us.”
“You’d think they’d have picked a purebred cat,” Raven said as Mr. Whiskers jumped off the bed.
“That’s what I thought, the pure bloods usually stick together, then there’s him. He’s too sweet to be a vampire though.”
Raven smiled. “All depends on the type.” There was a knock on the door. Deacon stood, reluctantly and crossing over to the door, not bothering to put on pants. “Deacon!”
“I don’t care if Quinn sees my underwear.” She looked at the camera and saw the vampire that had been playing solitaire standing outside the door with four huge bags. Deacon opened the door. “Thanks, man. Any info?”
“Not yet. They’re looking harder. They’ve narrowed it down a bit.”
“Okay, tell them I want some names by tomorrow night.”
“Will do.” Quinn left and Deacon carried the bags into his bedroom and dropped them onto the bed.
“What’s this?” Raven asked sitting up straighter.
“Clothes. Pretty much anything you’d need.” Raven got up and went to his side. Together they went through the first bag. “I’m going to one of my clubs tonight. You want to come?”
“Remember? I’m a wet blanket. I’m way too uptight for a club.”
Deacon grinned at her. “I’m sure I can loosen you up.” She blushed looking back at the clothes. That was strangely enticing.
“What should I wear, if I do go?”
“Clubbing clothes.” She stared blankly at him. “You’ve never been to a club.”
It wasn’t a question but she answered. “No, I didn’t have the money when I was younger and I didn’t have the time when I got older.”
Deacon kissed the top of her head. “Then tonight will be an experience. I have some work to do. Find something sexy to wear, I’ll come to pick you up in two hours.”
“Could you give me some sort of clue?” she asked. “What do you want me to wear?"
“Surprise me.” She glared at him a little at that remark. He grinned back at her. “Women are supposed to enjoy this.”
“I’m not most women.”
“That,” Deacon said, “is very true. Have fun, sweetheart.” He left. Raven frowned at the pile of clothes. Mr. Whiskers hopped up onto the bed and stared at her in interest as she sorted through the clothing.
“If you’re going to keep staring at me you could at least help,” Raven told him. Mr. Whiskers yawned and stretched out. Raven opened another bag and started sorting through it.
“Deacon, you in?” a woman called. Raven turned and saw a beautiful woman with short platinum blond hair walking in. “Hello. Who are you?”
“I’m Raven.”
“Oh, you’re the girl that Deacon took. You clean up pretty good,” the woman said. “I’m Mercury. What’s all this?” She looked at the clothes lying all over the bed now heaped in piles.
“Deacon wants me to go with him tonight to one of his clubs. He told me to pick out something to wear.” Raven shook her head lightly. “The only time I’ve seen so many clothes is in Illyana’s closet.”
“Can’t narrow it down?” Mercury asked walking over and petting Mr. Whiskers.
“I don’t even know what I’m looking for.”
“You Night People,” Mercury shook her head. “You just don’t know how to have fun. I know Deacon pretty well. Want some help?”
“Um, sure.” Mercury sorted through the clothes with her finally coming up with a cocktail dress. It was black and knee length there was a slit up one of the thighs. It had spaghetti straps and came down in a low v-neck.
“I don’t know,” Raven said looking at it then back at Mercury.
“Just trust me, it’s perfect for your shape too.” Mercury pulled out a pair of black wrap around stilettos. “These will go smashing together.” Raven took the shoes wondering how she’d walk without killing herself. “On to the next items.” To Raven’s embarrassment she pulled out a pair of sheer black panties and a black lacy bra. “Perfect.”
“I guess,” Raven said. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mercury said. “I’ll just hit the boss up for a bonus. Have fun.” Mercury left. Raven folded the clothes, leaving what she was going to wear out, and went to take a shower.
When she got out a box was sitting on the sink. Raven opened it and found a black choker with a gold pentagram on it and two delicate gold earrings with tiny stars hanging from them. Raven dried her hair and, after a bit of thought, swept it up into a complicated bun. If Deacon wanted her to surprise him she would. She got dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She was actually beautiful. She had never even thought of herself as attractive before.
“You ready?” Deacon asked opening the door without knocking once again.
“Deacon!” Raven exclaimed.
“What?”
“What if I were naked?”
“Then I’d consider myself lucky.”
“I’m ready,” she told him.
“I can see,” he mused.
“Do I meet your approval?” she asked after a few seconds.
“Yes.” She followed Deacon out to his car. Soon they arrived, Raven could hear what sounded like normal clubbing music playing, it wasn’t the hard techno most of the vampire clubs played. Deacon got out and opened her door for her. “My lady.”
“Don’t try the gallant thing,” Raven said. “You suck at it.”
“Gee, thanks.” She put her arm in his as they walked in. Deacon watched her face carefully as she realized who was in the club.
“Deacon…”
“Go say hi.” Raven walked over to the vampires and threw herself into Ash’s arms. Ash laughed and hugged her.
“How’s it going, kiddo?” he asked.
“You’re alive? But you disappeared after Quinn…”
“I know,” Ash said. “The safe house was attacked, Quinn, Rashel and all the others died.” Compulsively, Ash grabbed Mary-Lynnette’s hand as though to remind himself that she was still there.
“I was almost killed,” Mary-Lynnette told her. “Ash grabbed me and carried me away. He brought me here and turned me.”
“We’re lucky Deacon took us in.”
“Night World vampires have something we don’t,” Deacon announced approaching. “No aversion to daylight, silver, or garlic.”
“But you guys aren’t allergic to wood,” Ash pointed out.
“True,” Deacon nodded.
“Anyone else alive?” Raven asked.
Ash smiled a little. “Look around, Raven.” Raven obeyed and her mouth dropped open.
“They’re all-“
“Deacon took us in,” Ash said. “We can stay as long as we continue making ourselves useful.”
“Please,” Deacon scoffed. “You’ve never been useful.” He turned to Raven. “Dance with me.” Ash snorted.
“I don’t dance.” Still he took her hand and led her towards the dance floor. “Deacon-”
“One dance won’t kill you, I promise.”
“I can’t dance, I’ve never danced.”
Deacon smiled. “Wow, you really are innocent. I’ll teach you.” He drew her into his arms as an Aerosmith song began.
~*~
“The day rolls in, the night rolls out
Desire rules without a doubt
The heart beats fast, you salivate
And when you come it won't be late”
~*~
Raven let him pull her against him. “Listen to the music,” he murmured in her ear. “Find the rhythm.” She nodded breathlessly. He started to dance, grinding against her. “Move with me.” She obeyed looking up into his eyes.
~*~
“I guess by now you got the score
A little taste you want it more
From San Antone to Marrakech
Yeah when the night comes
Everybody gotta have Flesh”
~*~
“Not so hard, right?” Deacon asked. She shook her head. “Good.” He leaned down and kissed her neck sweetly. “I want you, Raven.” He could almost hear her heart speed up. “More than I have ever wanted another woman. You consume me.” Her cheeks were flushed now.
~*~
“You got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
From the day that Eve did Adam
Down to Romeo and Juliet,
Everybody gotta have...”
~*~
Raven’s mind was racing. For the first time in a long time she didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to run screaming from this club. A much larger part wanted to take Deacon’s hand and lead him somewhere where they could be alone. She settled for wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself closer.
~*~
“And so my love, this story's told
From modern times to days of old
From Boston, Mass to Bangladesh
Yeah, when the night comes
Everybody gotta have Flesh”
~*~
Deacon smiled, she was a fast learner. He slid his hands over her back to rest right above her butt. The temptation to slide them lower was strong but he curbed it, just barely. His manhood was throbbing by this point and he knew she could feel his arousal as she moved against him. He could smell the spike in her scent. Her blue eyes were on fire. However, he knew better than to rush this. He wanted her to want him so bad she would beg, not that she’d need to.
~*~
“It's got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only think that's worth the sweat, yeah
From the Mississippi River
To the highest mountain in Tibet
Everybody gotta have....”
~*~
As the guitar solo began he kissed her, amazed when she whimpered and pushed herself even closer. He finally gave into the temptation and ran his hands lower cupping her butt and pulled her pelvis tight against his. He was thankful that he had led her to a corner of the dance floor so not many people could see them. He didn’t give a damn who saw them but he knew Raven wasn’t quite so uninhibited.
His tongue parted her lips and her hand fisted itself in his hair. The smell of her arousal was much stronger now and he realized that she had wanted him to kiss her as much as he had wanted to hiss her. His head was swimming with the pink haze surrounding them. It felt a bit like being drunk.
~*~
“Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
Flesh, you got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing, the only thing, the only thing
From a Sufi in a rickshaw to a bimbo in a pink corvette
Everybody gotta have...
...Flesh”
“Deacon,” her voice was soft and needy. It was almost his undoing. But he remembered his plan. She had to ask him. After what those men had done to her he wouldn’t rush her. He mentally shook himself, this soul mate crap sucked. Since when did he care what anyone else was feeling?
“Deac,” Deacon looked over his shoulder and saw Quinn standing nearby. He almost growled. “Sorry to interrupt, man, but we got what you wanted. I tried your cell but Mercury has it.” He looked at Raven. “Hi, I’m Quinn.”
“Good,” Deacon said willing his body to calm down. When he regained control of himself he turned to face his friend and second in command. “Do you have an address?”
“Yeah, all of ‘em,” Quinn nodded. “You want me to leave them on your desk?”
“No, this is something I should take care of now.” He turned back to Raven. “As long as you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead, I’ll catch up with the others.” He leaned down and kissed her slowly. “Deacon?” she whispered so softly even he had a little trouble hearing her.
“Mmm?”
“You aren’t going to do something evil are you?”
“Baby, evil is all that’s left in the world,” he pointed out gently.
“Yeah, but… I mean something bad that has to do with me.”
Why’d she have to be so damn smart? Well, it was easy to lie about this. “No, I’m not going to do anything evil.” Depending on what you call evil. To Deacon this was actually a good deed.
“Okay,” she didn’t look a hundred percent convinced but another kiss distracted her.
“I’ll see you at home.”