STRICKEN [Castiel]

[Eve Amherst]

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Panic wasn't exactly an emotion that Eve was used to feeling, the woman spent most of her time acting like the big bad ass female hunter because being a woman in this profession meant that you had to act a certain part least you be eaten alive figuratively by the male hunters or literally by the things you were hunting. She had developed a thick skin over the years, so she felt like she could keep up the big bad ass act without much of a problem, the woman had seen and done and been through more then most other people had after all.

But that didn't mean that didn't have her share of fears though, and tonight she found herself smack in the middle of one of her worst fears outside of something happening to her brother. An old hunting acquaintance had set her off on the path of something that was making people disappear around the small town in Louisiana, and since Eve had been free she went investigating. And right now she was wishing she had stayed where she had been because it was a little too late that Eve realized what she was dealing with here, and it happened to be her greatest fear.

Arachne scared the shit out of her, she didn't like normal spiders, let alone honken giant creature ones that tried to eat people. Eve had dealt with Arachne before in her early teenage years when her parents had still been alive, they had gone on one of very few 'family vacations' to Greece and ended up hunting the damn things down. Well her parents did, Eve along with her brother had gotten captured and was in the process of being wrapped up for lunch when her parents came in and saved them, and that had been a very bad memory that sat with her ever since.

The woman had come face to face with one and she had panicked, and of course the panic caused her to fuck up. The creature had clawed at her side, ripped her open pretty good and sent her through a wall while it had been at it. She had limped out to the garage and locked herself in there, holding her bleeding side and whispering obscenity to herself when the creature started pounding on the door. Eve had tried to get a hold of Malaki but she couldn't get a signal, tossing the phone aside she grabbed a straight saw and leaned against the far wall, trying to get her lip to stop trembling as she did the first thing that came to mind and muttered a quick, quiet, fear filled prayer, the fucking creature was almost through the door now, but she wasn't going without a fight.

Location: Garage in Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Stricken - Disturbed
Outfit:Leather of course
Notes: She is freaking out

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Castiel was at her side without warning, just a rush of displaced warm air and then he was beside her and reaching around behind her, slipping his arm around her waist in what might have been the world's worst-timed PDA if it weren't for the fact that he was already holding his blade in the other hand and that his hand was seeking out the wound in her side, checking it for poisons that would make it a bad idea to just heal over it. Unfortunately, there were, so all he could do in the last seconds before the spider-creature busted in the door was to press a kiss to her cheek and block some of the pain receptors so that she could move more freely in the coming fight. "I will draw it to me, keep it occupied," he murmured. "You move around behind it for the final strike." Castiel's sword was a stabbing instrument, not a cutting blade. Better to use it to harry and hurt the creature so that Eve could get a clean shot, as a half-decapitated arachne is even more dangerous (if such a thing is possible) than a whole one. There was no time to tell her that he loved her, and maybe better he didn't as that's the kind of thing that people say right before going into a fight that they may lose and Castiel had absolutely no intention of losing this battle, because the garage door finally gave way and the arachne was rushing them, its awful double-pupiled eyes blank with rage. Castiel jumped forward and immediately to one side, jabbing and smacking at the thing with his short silver sword, drawing its attention so that his love could do her thing. Location: Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: I cannot even tell you how much he loves that Eve is a badass.

[Eve Amherst]

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She jumped a little, just enough that she jarred herself into another blossom of pain and bit back a cry, instead falling against him for a the fraction of a second before straightening back up again. Eve had fucked up and gotten herself in this mess and she was very very painfully aware of that fact, she refused to let her weakness show as well on top of that, "Oh thank god your here," The words were more of a hoarse whisper then anything else, her throat tight and mouth dry from a painfully human combination of fear and pain.

Eve gave him a thankful glance, a hand skimming along the sleeve of his trench coat as she quickly moved away the moment she saw the arachne had managed to put his fist through the door and was just about to get the rest of himself through as well. The woman bit back a whimper as the thing made it's way through, forcing herself to keep moving as opposed to just curling up in a corner shutting her eyes tight. This was a thing straight out of her nightmares, Eve really couldn't find words to describe just how much these things scared her. At the very least though she could move a little easier now, and Cas' mere presence helped to calm her fears.

The huntress had quietly gotten behind the creature as Cas drew it's attention away slipping to its other side. Gritting her teeth in a combination of pain and anger as she raised the straight saw and went running at it, very much ready to kill one of the creatures that belonged to the family things that had plauged her nightmares for years. Eve swung as hard as she possibly could and took the damn things head clean off, the momentum nearly had her eating the ground and she stumbled to keep from from hitting the floor, "Dere's another one in de house, Big Momma basically, and she's protecting a case of eggs," Eve said with a deep frown, had going back to hold her waist, she didn't hurt nearly as bad as she did before, but Christ she still hurt.

But Eve didn't have time to feel sorry for herself because there was another one of those things still left in the house, "Thanks for saving me Cas," She said quietly, too ashamed of herself at the moment to actually look him in the eye as she turned and strode as briskly as she could out of the garage and through the hole in the house that she had been tossed through earlier. Her grip tightened on the bloodied straight saw until her knuckles turned white in an attempt to keep herself from showing anymore fear. Oh how she wanted to just run away and call someone else to finish this mess, but she couldn't, pride wouldn't let her and her pride was strong enough to override her almost all consuming fear, it didn't stop her hands from shaking though when she spotted the Momma arachne through the doorway and hid behind the wall.

Location: Garage in Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Stricken - Disturbed
Outfit:Leather of course
Notes: No but really, she wants to just curl up and cry right now

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Castiel moved up beside Eve and shucked off his coat, dropping it to the ground. He didn't need any trailing fabric that could get caught on something in the close quarters of the house. There wasn't a whole lot of time before the mother would smell the blood, but long enough for Castiel to tell Eve seriously, "I will always come for you. And fight beside you." Not save her, he didn't think of it that way. They were fighting the same war, even if much of the time it was on different battlegrounds. He would always know where she was, how she was, and he would always come when she needed him, even if what they were trying to be to one another didn't work out. There were other things to say, but they would have to wait. Castiel settled his blade in his hand and murmured, "I will take the mother, you get the eggs." And before Eve could voice any objections to this plan, assuming she had any, he was moving into the house and toward the kitchen where the Mother was moving around. The mother was old, powerful, full of rage. But one of her most potent weapons was neutered in a fight against an angel who couldn't be poisoned. He was still at the disadvantage of having a stabbing rather than slicing blade but...kitchen. Full of opportunities to improvise. Location: Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: No time for speechifying, even if he kind of wants to.

[Eve Amherst]

Evie gave him a shaky little smile, "Dat's good to hear, thanks Castiel," It put her painfully frayed nerves a little more at ease to think that there was an angel ready and willing to help if she really needed it. The woman wanted to think that she wouldn't actually need to bother him with her screw ups, or getting in over her head, but the situation she was in now was proof enough that she did actually need him. She wanted to say more, tell him how much it really meant to her, but she didn't have the time or the words right now.

"Just..." He was already off, Eve didn't even know what she had meant to say. Probably something along the lines of 'just be careful' if she was going to be honest. Yes he was an angel, yes he had taken out things a lot more fucked up then a mama arachne but that didn't stop Eve from worrying about him either way. The woman honestly loved him and because of that she worried about him almost incessantly even if he was more then fully capable of taking care of himself, she could see that he was wearing down just the slightest bit more everytime they met though, and that made her worry even worse.

Right now though, Eve definitely had something else to worry about as she definitely did not want to deal with dozens of potential baby arachne. Pushing the mixture of fear and disgust, along with the mild nausea that came with it, down, she looked around to find something to kill the small eggs with. Garbage disposal, nasty, put would grind the dozens upon dozens off eggs up quickly and it would prove a vicious sort of revenge for the years she spent in fear of these creatures. The moment that Cas distracted the angry Mother Eve bit down on her lip to distract from the pain still radiating dulling from her wounded side and made a run for the giant egg sac.

Oh the woman wanted very badly to puke as she hacked away at the threads of spiders webbing that held the sac in place but pushed everything out of her mind and settled blankly on the task at hand. She needed to be quick or she would end up very dead at the hands of that fucking spider monster because motherly instinct it would no doubt send it after her even if Cas stabbed it in the eye repeatedly. Getting the sac free from the wall Eve let out a low groan of disgust and picked up the sticky cocoon, running with to the sink, trying very hard to stay out of eyesight of the big ugly Mother. Shoving the mess of a cocoon into the sink Eve turned the water on and flipped the switch on the wall to the left, letting out a quiet, "Thank God," as the thing whirrled to life.

All of her weight was on her hands now as she used all the power she could muster to shove as much of the egg sac down the opening of the drain. Eve had to bite back a gag at the crunching, blender like sounds that came out of the sink, quickly accompanied by tiny ear piercing screeching. The disposal slowed a little and Eve eased up a bit on the pressures she had been putting only for something like thick sludge black blood to spew from the drain and get her in the face, along with a healthy coating on the walls and ceiling. Single grossest thing in her life at that point and she gagged as she pushed the rest of the sac down into the drain to let the little archne get blended together with the running water, looking over her shoulder to check how Cas was doing with the mother.

Location: Garage in Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Stricken - Disturbed
Outfit:Leather of course
Notes: -Gag-

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] The ophan was only peripherally aware of what Eve was doing, other than knowing that she had things in hand. He was busy dancing with the mother, keeping her attention on him while drawing her back toward the living room. As soon as the hallway opened out, Castiel spun around and made a mad dash to the fireplace, snatching up the coal shovel and swinging it in a wide arc that took off the arachne's head more through raw power than any finesse. He could be impressive some other time, right now it mattered more to get the job done. He kicked the head into the fireplace, scattering ashes across the rug. Not that he cared, he'd be burning this building to the ground behind them, only way to make sure there was nothing left behind that could come back to haunt them later. With that dealt with, Castiel got back to the kitchen just about in time to see Eve finish with the eggs, and angel or no he couldn't help but wince at the mess. "Go to the shower, scrub yourself well. The ichor is poisoned, you should not absorb too much through the skin." It wasn't the first time that it would occur to Castiel just how heartbreakingly fragile his huntress really was, and it wasn't remotely going to be the last, but it hit him hard right then and he felt Novak's heart give a hard double-tap at the thought. Location: Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: Do not die. That is a rule.

[Eve Amherst]

This was quite possibly the worst night she had experienced in a very long time. The woman had to bite back the bile that was rising in her throat, but she took the moment to make sure that all the eggs were utterly liquefied before she even entertained the idea of moving. Her skin was beginning to sting where the blood had come into contact with her, which was just about everywhere. Her flesh was crawling at the disgusting act she had just preformed, it was only when she was sure that there was nothing left of the cocoon aside from the sludge still on the walls and her that she nodded and made a run for the upstairs bathroom.

It took a moment to find the correct room, but as soon as she did Eve had jumped in the shower, not even bothering to warm up the water or take her cloths off for that matter. Evie stripped while she was under the cold spray of water, quickly starting to shiver and even going a bit numb but more preoccupied with scrubbing her hair and skin raw of the disgusting substance all over her. It wasn't until her skin was bright pink and she was sure that if she scrubbed any farther she would bleed that the woman stepped out, realizing she was shivering pretty badly but completely ignoring that as well in favor of the amazing struggle that was to shimmy back into wet leather as she started walking back downstairs.

Wet, shivering and just generally miserable looking as she fought to get her pants the rest of the way up over her hips Eve gave Cas a tired and made her way back into the kitchen and turning the gas of the stove on, "Dis place needs to go up in smoke, right?" She asked quietly, searching through the kitchen drawers for a pack of matches, "Time to go," The brunette said and grabbed the angels had, pulling him through the house. She stopped for a moment to light a candle and quickly kept walking getting out just in time for the big boom to go off behind them. The rush of air and heat on the back of her neck was never something she'd get used to, of that she was sure. Quickly slipping into her car she motioned for the angel to get in before speeding off down the road, "I know I said it already but thank you," She said as she turned the radio down.

Location: Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Stricken - Disturbed
Outfit:Leather of course
Notes: As soon as he leaves she's going to have herself a nice little breakdown, till then, straightface.

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] As soon as Eve reappeared downstairs Castiel shucked off his trench coat, which had reappeared on his back the moment he thought about it, and wrapped it around her, lifting the wet hair up off the back of her neck and draping it down over the back of the water-resistant fabric. He followed her of to the car and slid into the passenger's seat, watched her with that unnerving, uncanny focus. "You are welcome. But there's no reason for thanks. I will always come." He had the knack for making these declarations that were utterly sure, like proclamations from on high. Probably an angel thing. The car ride back to the motel passed in silence, and as soon as they got into Eve's room Castiel lifted the coat off her shoulders and tossed it onto the bed, then began shucking out of his own clothes. "Another shower. I will draw the poison from the wound and out of your system, but it will not be pleasant. Better there." He pulled off his tie and dropped it onto the dresser, started unbuttoning his shirt. The part of him that was a man in love with a beautiful woman noticed the potential for fun in both being naked and soapy in a warm shower, but first he had to get her healed, get her whole. Nothing else was possible. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: Get the poison out. [/style]

[Eve Amherst]

No matter how much he said that, it would always make her feel better, but at the same time it wouldn't stop her from saying thanks anytime she felt she had to and as many times as she felt she had to. Eve really wasn't used to having much help from anyone aside from her brother, sure she was a social enough hunter but she was normally the one pulling someone elses ass out of the fire, the woman had been raised to be the careful sort. She wasn't used to being the one over her head and she had a special hatred for screwing up, when she needed help and actually got it, she was definitely thankful.

Pulling the coat a little tighter around herself Eve sank into the seat as she drove thankful to be wrapped up in the warmth and generally quietly enjoying having his scent around her. One of these days, she was going to steal his trench coat and never give it back, she liked it that much. Luckily her motel wasn't too far away and the road was clear this time of night so she was putting the old american muscle to work, thankfully seeing the motel just in time as the throbbing pain in her side had started to get worse.

By the time she was in the room the woman was gritting her teeth, she could swear she could feel it slowly spreading along her abdomen. Nodding with the same general misery shad felt before Eve did as she was told and went through the painful task of peeling the still wet leather back off. God she wanted to curl up somewhere and play dead she was beginning to feel so bad, just the fact that she was looking so miserable even at the prospect of being in the shower with the man was a very good tell of how bad she felt as any other time she would have jumped at the chance. Right now though she wasn't looking forward to any added pain.

Still Evie slowly made her way back to the bathroom and turned the spray on this time taking the time out to make sure it was a nice hot temperature before slipping in and carefully started cleaning around the large wound on her stomach while she waited for Cas to join her. This was definitely one of those times where she wondered what she'd be doing if she had herself a nice normal suburbia life. She supposed she couldn't complain too much, if she was living any other life the woman wouldn't be waiting for a naked angel in the shower, even if said naked angel was only really joining her in order to pull some poison out of her body before she turned into some sort of horrible monster or simply dropped dead. Details details, she wanted to focus on something good at the moment.

Location: Super 8 motel Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Never Say Die - The 69 Eyes
Outfit: whole lotta nothin
Notes: aww she's rather miserable at the moment but Cas getting naked for any reason always helps.

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Once he'd shed his clothes Castiel stepped into the shower with Eve and then dropped smoothly to kneel on the slick tile floor in front of her. He wasn't thinking about any symbolism in the motion, just getting himself down to eye level with the wound. He laid his hands on her hips and turned her gently so that she was facing him, the hot water sheeting down over her back and hitting him around the edges of the spray, looked up at her as he laid his hands so that they hovered over the wound without quite touching it. Hard to see in the water that was falling, but a thick, yellow-clear liquid beaded up on the surface of the large wound in Eve's side and in a could of other places where she had smaller cuts or scrapes and started dripping down, was washed away quickly in the shower. Castiel was still looking up into Eve's eyes as the poison pulled out of her body and was flushed clear, and then he could finally risk closing the big wound in her side. It might be the first time that Eve was in a position to notice the odd way that angels of Castiel's level healed a human's wounds. He didn't have the power to simply make the damage vanish as a seraph or archangel would. Instead he had to pull the wounds into himself and then let his own healing abilities close them up. And so as the warmth of healing filled Eve's body she would see blood sheet briefly down Castiel's side before the water washed it away, watch bruises bloom and fade again in a matter of seconds, scrapes appear and disappear quickly enough that it almost looked as though the shower was rinsing them away. As the last of the blood-smell cleared out of the shower stall Castiel leaned forward and kissed Eve's stomach just below the navel. "There," he said quietly. "Better?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: This strange intimacy. [/style]

[Eve Amherst]

She bowed her head a little to watch him work with a certain fascination, too intrigued to pay mind to their current position. Well that was a bit of a lie, there was that part of her that was painfully in love with him that had some very naughty images running through her mind even with her current predicament and all she could do was push the thoughts away and trying to keep the water out of both of their eyes so he could do what he needed to. The worst part was the anticipation of the coming discomfort and it was starting to kill her.

Oh shit, that kind of hurt. Eve let out a deep breath, clenching her teeth and bracing a hand on the cold tile wall beside her as her knees buckled slightly at the feeling of something being pulled out of her. God that was a horrible feeling, it made her skin crawl it was so damn strange, like when someone decided to flush an IV that was still firmly planted in the vein. She shuddered, breaking out into goosebumps, Eve wanted nothing more then to pull away from the strange feeling but she stuck it out, glad that they were doing this in the shower at the sight of that disgusting yellowish liquid.

Another deep breath and she watched Cas quickly heal his own wounds, it was rather amazing actually, like some sort of time lapse video as she watched his body heal. Another shiver this time at the feeling of his lips on her skin and she felt her stomach flutter a little, nodding and giving him an actual smile now that she did feel better, "Yeah, definitely," Eve said and a ran a hand through his wet hair, pulling him up and giving him a slow, soft kiss, "Thanks sweets," She said quietly, leaning against his chest for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his skin against hers along with the steady feeling of the hot water on her back.

Location: Super 8 motel Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Never Say Die - The 69 Eyes
Outfit: whole lotta nothin
Notes: adores him, honestly

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Castiel wrapped his arms around Eve's waist, bent his head over her in delayed protectiveness. "You are welcome..." a slightly awkward pause, "darling." Then he laughed and held her tighter. "I think I'm not good at endearments." So he kissed the side of her neck instead. And, after another minute or so of holding her tenderly, his hands slid down to cup her ass and pull her in against him so that they were a bit more fitted together than they had been. Because why would anybody ever not want to press naked and damp against Eve? He did, pretty much every minute of the day. And thus the angel had his first experience with the quintessentially male experience of knowing that this isn't the right time to try anything with your girl, that what she needs right now is for you to be calm and supportive and tender, and your penis just prancing right along and doing whatever it feels like without any permission from you. Just then, what it was doing was twitching against Eve's thigh, but he had a bad feeling that it was just warming up. Trying, inevitably fruitlessly, to distract from the twitches he asked her, "Are you staying in town tonight? Or do you plan to move on immediately?" It would be a shame to leave the motel, where there was a bed and...great, now it was twitching harder. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Super 8 Motel, Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: Angel penis. This amuses me more than it should. [/style]

[Eve Amherst]

Evie couldn't help but laugh as well, wrapping her arms around him and shaking her head a little, "It's alrigh' I like it either way," She said with a little smile, shutting her eyes and tilting her head slightly at the kiss, oh she did always enjoy the feeling of a pair of lips on her neck, it made her shiver the slightest bit. Nuzzling his chest lovingly she sighed, already feeling much better then she had, his presence just had that calming effect for her. Well to a point at least, she found herself pressed as close to him as she could get and it of course had the effect of making her stomach flutter and she buried her face in his chest for a moment to hide the slight want in her eyes.

Damn angel, he probably had no idea just what exactly he did to her and though she wanted very badly to just take the time to cuddle and simply enjoy being held by him that damn infamous Amherst libido was rearing its ugly head. Feeling him twitching against her thigh was definitely not helping in the slightest bit either and she couldn't stop herself from letting her hands gently caress up his back, needing to touch him a bit more. She was slowly tracing the trails the hot water was leaving down his chest when he asked a question that broke her from her little ravine, "Ahh...yeah, I'm just gonna stay 'ere for de night and get de hell outta dodge in de morning," Eve really didn't feel up to a mad dash and an all night drive to another town at the moment.

What she did feel like though was getting herself nice and clean of that disgusting grime both physically and mentally, she still had that occasional tremor of a thought in the back of her mind that wanted her to curl up in a ball under the covers and never come out again. But there was also that growing need in her belly, damn angel was an addiction. Sighing softly she moved away a little to grab one of the complimentary shampoo bottles, squirted a bit into the palm of her hand, "Close your eyes," She ordered with no room for any sort of argument before massaging the shampoo into his hair, definitely rubbing her body against his a little more then was necessary even when she pulled him a little farther under the spray to rinse the shampoo out, anything to keep from having to think of the nightmare she had dealt with earlier.

Location: Super 8 motel Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Never Say Die - The 69 Eyes
Outfit: whole lotta nothin
Notes: tease

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[Castiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11sfgco.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #c5c3bb; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Castiel moved obediently to Eve's touch, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her hands in his hair, the soft trickle of suds down the back of his neck. He held his breath through the spray of water and when he straightened again lifted a hand to test the texture of his hair. "It feels...soft. And smells like jojoba and chemicals." He kind of liked it, though, and that was there in his tone. And when it was done he laid his hands on Eve's shoulders and turned her so that his chest pressed against her back and reached past her for her bottle of shampoo, working some into a lather on his hands and then sliding the suds into her hair and starting to work it through from the scalp to the ends. The angel still had the knack of touching Eve like it was a form of worship, gentle and reverent and conscious, so focused on her that it was a bit eerie. He worked carefully, getting his hands all the way through her hair without pulling at any tangles, and when her hair was fully saturated with suds he picked up her soap and started an equally gentle and equally thorough soaping up of her body. He managed, with a certain struggle, not to just get stuck going over her breasts over and over again but to work his soapy hands down across her body as he bent down behind her and kissed the side of her throat. "I hate when you are hurt." It sounded like a confession. "I know that you're strong, capable, but it is hard sometimes not to want to step between you and any harm that might come." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Super 8 Motel, Alexandria, LA Music: Run Around - Blues Traveler Notes: Learns by example [/style]

[Eve Amherst]

"Yeah dats what shampoo is for, makes your hair soft and smell good," Eve grinned a bit, running a hand through his hair just for the sake of doing so, because she really did love playing with his hair. She turned obediently, wondering what he was up to and nearly purring when he started working the shampoo into her hair. Jesus that felt nice, she was sure that she would never find anyone that touched her so carefully ever again and she definitely enjoyed it, even if it did still manage to catch her off guard every now and then. She didn't know anyone could be that attentive, not that she was going to complain, it made her feel like she was the only girl in the world.

She sighed gently, leaning against him and breaking out into goosebumps as he soaped her up, Eve couldn't help but arch a little when he soaped up her breasts, biting her lip to keep quiet. Her brows furrowed a little, "Love has a way of doin' dat to people," Her lips quirked into a slight smile, "I know your an angel and dat its pretty damn hard to hurt you, but I worry bout ya all de same when your not around," Eve said quietly and reached back, arm on his neck and threading her fingers through his hair to pull him a little closer and kiss him before letting go.

Leaning against him a moment longer Eve turned, brushing a few stray strands of wet hair out of her face she took the soap from him and carefully soaped him up, taking her sweet time running her hands over his skin. Nothing really compared to just being able to touch him as far as she was concerned and Evie slowly let her hands wander over some of his most intimate parts, unable to keep herself from the slight teasing but not lingering much longer before her hands were running up his arms, "I love you," She said softly and nuzzled his neck, "Wish we could just stay like this for de rest of forever," Eve whispered more to herself, a girl could dream after all, and she kissed along his jaw lovingly while she had the chance. Oh she wished he didn't have to run off again to go try and save the world, hell she wished she didn't either because she really didn't want to be alone tonight.

Location: Super 8 motel Alexandria, Louisiana
Music: Never Say Die - The 69 Eyes
Outfit: whole lotta nothin
Notes: damn adorable addictive angel

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