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[Have Lindsey wonderland. He looks more then a little tired, someone was up late reading.]

When did you realize your tolerance for the unusual and strange was maxed out?

Also... I feel like there needs to be serious re-organization of the welcoming committee. Including but not limited to updating that pamphlet, making it readily available, and a census maybe? something so that we know who's here?

[If pressed, he'd explain that between Will Graham and the worries of everything else and everyone else, it would be a nice idea. Never mind that it could always fall into wrong hands.

Would fall into wrong hands.]

...I guess I'll take charge of that, but I could use some help...from people who've been here longer.

[Private Message to Jesse.]

....You're a good guy man. Will you let me buy you a drink or something? nobody...should have to listen to me complaining.

[Action; open to anyone/abby]

[It's a day or so after his post and Lindsey is drunk. Very drunk, sitting on the steps somewhere in the castle with his guitar. Occasionally he strums a few notes but he's not really playing anything. He's just sort of staring at the ceiling.

No tears. No emotion.]

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[He is drunk. Drunk on her, drunk on the situation, drunk on that blood - yes, that blood. He'd ask more later. Now there are only her breasts, the heat between the two of them. He sucks at the wound on her arm before kissing it and moving back against her.

It builds, he continues to swell inside her. At least he's able to go longer]

[She scrambling to keep up with him, her endurance able to go longer than most mortals. But between her blood and his reaction to it, she was losing her control. Her nails clawing over him, becoming fiercer in her movements.]

[He could devour her. Ravish her. One last love bite on her breast and he starts riding above her.But not by much. Sweat beads down his shoulders, his gyrations faster.]

You want it. Say you want it.

[She enjoys the orders, the boldness in him. He isn't some weak mortal that is simply for food and then to be tossed aside. It makes the answers easier to give.]

I want it. Want you. [Her voice a mere whisper as she swims in his eyes, her skin glistening in what little light remained.]

More than want it.

[And that's Lindsey's tragedy. He will fall hard for the things that give him affection, the fake and the real.

Whatever's in his blood is making him drunk, he decides. It's better then wine, better then anything but the sex and the sex... if he came on too hard he'd have her pushing away. That was how it worked right?

I'm amazed my mind's so clear.

No haze, no physical drip or drop or warm lucid afterglow. He was still going. Everything clear, everything sharp.]

Bite me.

[She already losing herself from his thrusts and commands. Her voice breaking with every moan and every gasp. She is trembling in his arms, her energy expended and her lust (surprisingly) sated...at least for now.

As soon as he requests it, her teeth are in his shoulder, tearing into his flesh as she tastes his salty sweat on her tongue. She gives a muffled cry, falling completely into her completion.]

[He shudders in response, keeping himself in her, tangled beneath the blankets. Pulling her up against the pillows he rested himself against her. She's bleeding, his bleeding. In an almost desperate move he runs his tongue over her wrist, getting the last of it, before kissing each finger one, by, one.]

....Everything the bible promises and more.

[He finally pulls out of her, regretfully.] Everything you said you were. I'm drunk on you.

The Bible exaggerates. [There is a momentary flicker of...regret? Shame? Something she is not used to feeling. Anything involving her origin tends to bring that response out in her.] But I learned from a powerful teacher. [Lucifer was a hard act to follow for so long...and then her bitterness and rage took over against her father.]

We should be careful about feeding you my blood too much. It gets addictive. But if you drink enough, you'll have certain abilities, some that can be used against demons. [Some that can kill her if came down to it. She is putting trust in him.

Her hand flicks out, telelkinetically bringing her glass into her hand.] You'll be able to do that with enough blood in you. And practice.

[Lindsey is ... suitably impressed. Very impressed. Very impressed indeed as he watches the wine glass.

But addictive. That's not so good, weapons however are better] back home the demons are ugly as hell. Different species not...biblical in origin.

[Then he thinks of Abby, Abby and Jesse and his friends. No, he can't let them know. His conscience hurts.

Fuck it. He could keep it to himself. At last, have something for him. That appealed to him.

He leaned over to kiss her passionately] ....Rings my bells baby. Rings my bells. I can't wait.

Well I can wait. I'm drunk on you enough for the night. What else can you do?

...Could I do?

[There's real eagerness there]

[His eagerness is a treat to her. It's been some time since anyone seemed excited by her or wanted her...beyond dead. She is loathe to let him go, especially to the do gooders who would rather see her miserable than be given anything.]

Drunk on my blood at least. [She traces over his chest lightly.] I am not done with you tonight.

[She raises her hand, lightly choking him telekinetically, not enough to cause him discomfort.] This, for one. There is something you can learn to do that is painful to demons, similar to this.

I think it's you. [He swallows] I... ah. Ah..-

[His eyes go wide. Jedi mind trick indeed. He puts her hand on his] ...Jedi mind trick hm?

[She doesn't know the reference but she gives a small shrug.] But that is when you have more blood in your system. Right now, as you noticed, you are stronger and longer endurance. If you fought, you could out last mortals. Soon you can withstand other supernatural creatures.

[Her hand squeezes his, lifting it so she could suck on his finger]

You are so precious

[He shudders in response before leaning against her] You know how to get to me. [That hand has a small scar on his wrist. He shudders]

[She sees the scar and quirks an eyebrow. Her lips trailing over it, tracing it lightly.]

What is this, my darling?

[Lindsey withdraws it, a sudden move]

I lost my hand in the line of duty. Recently it'...It's ...

[sensitive? a source of pain?]

It belonged to a coworker.

[That has her attention. Whoever these demons were that he worked for, they knew how to play the game.] Why should it be a sensitive subject for you?

...It's not. [It is. A coworker died to give it to him, and that didn't sit right with him, not at all. Still, his stomach clenches]

It's sensitive physically. Plus it's...a dead man's hand.

[Okay it's sensitive]

No, it's your hand now. [She places another kiss on the hand.] If you want power, you need to start claiming things as your own. It doesn't matter who it belonged to before. It's yours now.

[Impishly, she moves it to rest against her breast] Or do you want it to be his hand on me like this?

[Claiming things as his indeed. He gives the breast a squeeze.] Nah. I won't let him have the pleasure.

[There is a real sense of power with this goddess in his bed. He tries to move himself so she has her head on his chest. He always wanted to do that with a woman. Hold her close, be a pillar of strength and with her ...abilities...

He is feeling stronger. Much stronger.]

The son of a bitch who did it is here.

[She followed his move, shifting so that her head rested against his chest, her hand tracing over the skin lightly. She would allow him that intimacy, along with a great deal else.]

The one who took your hand?

[He nods.] ...That...eurotrash vampire has everything. Had everything. He refuses to talk to me, like I'm beneath his interest because apparently he beats me.

[The rage in him is palpable. They're born to be enemies, foils to one another.] Spends 200 years as the scourge of Europe then regains his soul and decides to become a brooding lump who can't afford buttons for his muscular chest.

[...and that unusual sexual tension. To mask it, to remind himself what he has now? Then? He leans over and kisses her before settling back on the pillows - taking the wrist he'd bit and massaging it. Gently. Angel has real human affection. Something Lindsey will never have.]

[A vampire? The scum suckers and the disgusting hybrids? That is what took Lindsey's hand? It was rather absurd. Vampires were nothing, they were insignificant compared to her kind and even lower on the totem than they assumed.] You don't need his notice. It works out to your benefit. When you are stronger and more powerful, you can tear his hand off yourself.

[She feels his rage and smiles at his rises to the surface, determined to capitalize on it. She rises, kissing down the length of his chest, pausing to nip at his skin.] He is nothing. You will be stronger than him, more powerful. Imagine his face the moment that you are able to fling him across the room like a rag doll.

[Her lips hover over his groin, giving a long lick to his member.] He is weak. He lets his guilt fuel his actions. You will rise higher than he has ever conceived.

[Is that it? It's the thought of taking off Angel's own hand in retribution that really gets him to stir - really it's the thought of violence against Angel. To rise high, yes indeed.

He strokes her hair, back arching. It's easier to think of violence.

He had to keep the upper hand. God at least he had to try. Reaching down he strokes her hair.] With your help.

[There is a flicker of thought. I want more but he dismisses it offhand. It's like good cookies, like trying to go on a diet. More will come. He just has to ...space it out. She wouldn't like it if he pushed with that. He also swallows down the "I want to do something for you before spreading his legs, lying back...

Nope.]

...I want him to scream. I want him to lose everything, the same way he tried to take everything from me. My hand was my freedom. [He took it for two years. He kept him mired in the muck and the grim and really reminded him he was damned, how far he'd fallen.] I want him to lose everything. Everyone he cares about and everything that matters.

...You must think I'm obsessive. [He wouldn't be surprised.]

[It was arousing to hear him talk this way. To feel his anger and violence boiling beneath the surface. She wanted to encourage it, to hear him whisper these things while inside of her. There was something primal and perfect about a human soul brought to its basest needs. The sin was more sexual than any words of devotion he could offer.]

I think you're clever and ambitious. [She said between kisses on his length, blowing gently to the wet skin.] In fact, you show a lot of wisdom. Instead of going for his life, you choose the way that will prolong his suffering. And a man without happiness is more easily destroyed.

[After a great deal of teasing, she placed her mouth around him, slowly sucking as she let the thoughts take root in his mind. You are mine. She thought with a grin. My precious one]

[He was hoping for that. Though he would never have admitted it. Darla wouldn't have done it. Oh he did it for her, learned to love it with her, but precious. Precious indeed. Tangling his fingers in her hair he lets the pleasure build. eyes closed.

His hips grind upward. This is how it should be.]

He doesn't deserve happiness. He's a murderer without a distinct cause. Serving the forces of darkness and then what - he decides to try and help the helpless. And my job worshiped him. Just because he'd take a key role in the apocalypse. Just because of destiny so they try and corrupt him. When they had me.

[He groans, his abs clench.] ...I gave them the best years of my life. Defending their demons, only to be a...cog. I'll show them. You come back a king they'll see. I'll bring them Angel bound and they can do what they want with him.

[But Abby, Jesse, all of them. He shook it all off, begging his mind to lose itself in pleasure. His breath hitches in his throat.]

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