In the Blood. [closed.]

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Malcolm looked up from the photo of himself. She had this air of truth that made him forget all the other questions he was going to ask. Instead, he set the camera aside and scooted closer to her on the bed. His hand brushed hers and the hairs on his forearm stood on end, like static electricity had coursed through him. His deep blue eyes were like sapphires as he looked Cara right in the face. Just do it already...he thought. His hands moved quickly but his touch was soft as he took hold of Cara at the shoulder and back of her neck. Leaning in, he placed a firm kiss square on her lips. She seemed a bit shocked at first but he kept his gentle pressure against her lips, hoping she'd return the kiss with equal enthusiasm. His heart was beating fast, sending the infused blood throughout his body, intensifying his desire.

 

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Moving her gaze to the shift she caught Malcolm’s eyes in her own. They both had blue eyes, but compared to his hers where a dusty grey like the clouds that loamed in the sky just beyond her tent. The rain had come to a complete stop and every little sound it had covered before was loud and the clear; Her breathing and the crackling his hand created as he put more weight on the plastic envelop around the air bed. The bed dipped from the shift of weight as his hands drew her shoulder and neck back, bringing her up from her position of lying on her stomach until she was sitting next to him, her legs dangling off the side of her mattress.

Malcolm’s lips caught hers, and Cara’s body went rigid from the advancement. The taste of him was a shock to her system. She had never kissed anyone before, but it didn’t seem like a hard task when someone was leading. Softly her lower lip stroked his with a soft brushing feeling and her hand supported her slightly backwards lean by lacing around his upper arm. The slightly wet curls she had brushed against the mattress as they moved in slow motions around each other.

 

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Well this is certainly better than pointing guns at each other...Malcolm thought as their embrace continued. His fingers tangled in her wet hair, the curls clinging to him where the touched. Emboldened by her receptiveness his tongue slipped forward, caressing her bottom lip light as a feather. The hand at her shoulder slid down her arm and he noticed that even though she was soaked to the bone, her skin was soft and delicately smooth. His fingers traced the inside of her bicep and down to the inside of her elbow before moving back up and over to the other side of her neck. Cradling her face, Malcolm deepened the kiss and moved his body closer to hers. His heart was hammering loudly and his brain was on fire with lust. He wanted her and he didn't know why, but it was the only thing he could think about. His mission was forgotten in the passion of their kiss.

 

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Cara felt a strange and warm sensation. Malcolm’s hand traced the curve of her bicep with his fingers. They slid of her skin as if it were a satin sheet. He was grabbing at her now, and his soft kisses where more harsh. Around her throat his fingers trailed and Cara broke off, pushing herself harder than she had intended. Off the bed Cara fell, it was only a small distance but her ankle caught on the inside of her of her other leg.

“Wha-what are you doing?” she breathed. Her hair was frizzy from where he had disturbed the drying curls. Cara held her stomach, half expecting nausea hit her like a tornado any minute. She was jumbled, but the gagging feeling hadn’t settled in. It was the only time she noticed just how unresponsive she was to him.

“Who are you?” she knew his name, but something was starting to get the trapping feeling. She crawled back further only to hit the side of the tent with her back.

 

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Just as he thought they were getting more into each other, she pushed away, falling off the bed and landing on her ankle kind of roughly. She backed away from him like he was some kind of monster, questioning his actions. Well I thought we were starting to make out...he thought, biting his tongue so as not to blurt that out loud.

"Who are you?" Her eyes were full of that building fear he'd seen when they'd first encountered each other.

"I told you, my name is Malcolm. I'm a soldier on a mission here. And I got sidetracked by running into you. A rather enjoyable side track, or so I thought...what's wrong Cara?"

He took his time getting up off the bed and taking a few cautious steps toward her. He tried to seem as non-hostile as possible, his blue eyes full of concern.

 

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Cara was sure her mood and racing thoughts were making her seem crazy, but there was no room to sort them out. Never been this close…so hot…warm…they skipped around in her head making her squint with frustration.

Skin…scent…taste…

All the things she had never been able to have before. Just a little taste and she was wanting to crawl back, something that disturbed her own sense of morale. She barely knew this Malcolm guy, but she had let him run his hands of her body, and stroke her lips.

"I told you, my name is Malcolm. I'm a soldier on a mission here. And I got sidetracked by running into you. A rather enjoyable side track, or so I thought...what's wrong Cara?"

“Liar!” she screamed through tears of frustration. Deep inside she didn’t want to yell at him, what she wanted was much deeper and scarier. It was something that was beginning to create a different kind of nausea, one she had never felt before. A nausea of being away, it hurt her stomach and played with her frail chemistry of her brain. Inside she could almost hear it rewiring, playing with her. Running her fingers though her scalp she pushed on at, the roots pulling on her head for some kind of sensation other than the immense anxiety she filling up with, it felt like suffocating.

 

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She shouted at him, and he just took it. Malcolm didn't get what was wrong with her, but she seemed like she was having a panic attack. He sat down next to her cross-legged and leaned forward. He spoke softly, attempting not to upset her further. "I'm not lying. I am who I say I am." He idly pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, not quite dried from the downpour. He handed them to her and let her read them over, hoping that something substantial might give her peace of mind. "There's nothing to worry about, Cara. I'm not gonna hurt you..."

He left it at that, sitting before her awaiting her next reaction and hoping it wasn't more hysterics.

 

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Off to her right, Malcolm sat down. His closeness calmed her until she was only gently shaking.

"I'm not lying. I am who I say I am."

Over his neck Malcolm took off a necklace of dog tags, placing them in her hands. She opened her hand wider to see the name through her fingers. They said Malcolm alright, in a type of stern lettering. Even through the glass result of tears it was clear. She turned it over in her palm to see the backside was the same but without any letterings engraved on the surface. It was just a gleaming metal piece that she saw Malcolm’s reflection in.

"There's nothing to worry about, Cara. I'm not gonna hurt you..."

“I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “I’m not really a person. I mean I am a person just, it’s complex.”

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Mr. Jenkins was searching for any other possible ways of communication with Cara. He didn’t realize after pushing the TV that it was his only link. Even though to him the experiment had failed, he was still facing the problem of how to cover it up. The two military personnel’s had been called in for the mission, and the fastest he could get a hold of them was later in the next day.

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“Can we just…” she felt even more insane than when she had yelled at his for asking. “Start again?” The closer he got, the more down to earth she felt. He was only a foot or so away and she was still shaking. She felt if she wasn’t close enough she would go insane.

 

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As she looked over his dog tags she seemed to be calming down. He could see her trembling slightly, and he inched closer to her. When she brought her gaze back to him, Malcolm could see the streaks of fallen tears on her cheeks. She's definitely a fragile one...

When she asked if they could start over, he wasn't sure quite what she meant. He almost leaned in to kiss her again but stopped himself. "Sure we can. But this time, maybe you should lead...?" Malcolm smiled and rested a hand softly on hers. His pulse had slowed considerably from the heated moments before, but the serum in his blood had already worked it's magic. Malcolm's thoughts were no longer on his duty, his mission. Only she mattered.

 

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Malcolm leaned closer, but when he stopped she had to suppress a whine of protest.

"Sure we can. But this time, maybe you should lead...?"

“Lead…?” she whispered to herself, considering. “I…” she moved, cautious of her ankle, onto her knees so she was close enough to him. From that angle her heart shaped face was clearly prominent, and her skin a pale a blank canvas for her most striking feature of wide stormy grey eyes. A curve of blonde bangs hung just above them. Cara righted herself so she was sitting on her knees, between his legs. They were the same height at this position, but she still placed her hands on his shoulder for support as she leaned in. Her stormy eyes closed as her lips stroked his once, an unintentional tease of inexperience.

When he didn’t reply, she tried again. A slow and soft stroke across his lips with her own.

 

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Malcolm watched as Cara moved up onto her knees and repositioned herself right between his legs. Her hands were gentle as they rested on his shoulders, and he almost thought she might fall if he weren't there to support her. She really did look amazing, even in the red light of the darkroom/tent. He was compelled to stare into her gray eyes, dazzling like the storm that had just passed, and when her lips brushed his, for a moment he didn't know how to react.

When they met again, however, he returned the soft grazing of her lips with a firm but gentle pressure. The kiss this time was more sensual, a slower more controlled embrace. Maybe I just came on too strong...he thought before the moment of their kissing swept away all his thoughts.

His hand moved up and cupped one side of her face, his thumb stroking against her cheek, and his dark sapphire-like eyes blinked closed as he lost himself in the kiss. He hadn't really noticed that the storm had abated, but the rain was no longer pounding against the tent, and he could almost swear he heard her heartbeat as their lips continued to dance their shy, soft, sensual dance.

 

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On Cara’s second attempt, he returned. The feeling of just returned pressure warmed her body that was cold from rain and the night. The red light stained everything with a dark shadowy glow. She felt him holding back, but she didn’t care. She had him with her, and that would be enough for her for now.

His thumb swept across her cheek, and Cara returned the gesture by gently nipping at his lower lip. Cara couldn’t hear anything, but the thrum of his heart beat could be lightly felt in in his lips that pressed against hers. Her hand roamed on his neck, gently tugging at it as there kiss momentarily broke and she laid down before him for him to cover her. Her body was inviting with only a thin white shirt and no underclothes beneath it. He would know, because she had changed in front of him. The only thing that protected her from the full attention of his eyes were the t-shirt and shorts.

 

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The second go-round for their kissing went much better than the first, and when she lay back there seemed to be a smile in her eyes that said "Come over here, lover" even though not a word was spoken. She looked innocent and sweet, yet sexy and seductive laying there in the simple t-shirt and shorts. Malcolm leaned forward, repositioning himself so that he was supporting himself just above her lithe frame. He looked down on her, eyes sweeping from her face down her torso and back up. When their eyes met again, Malcolm did not hesitate to re-initiate the kiss. He lowered his body against hers slowly and felt his warmth radiate into her. Once more his hand traveled up to caress her face, the other keeping him from crushing her beneath him, though some of his body weight did apply pressure to her. He was acting as a sort of human heating blanket, and he felt right at home doing so.

 

[everbloom]

The room was silent, the thrum of her heart fueling her warmth. Without needing a touch, her skin looked warmed with flush. Malcolm did what she had hoped, everything about him appealed to him. Watching him, everything looked perfect. She was a photographer, and flaws were the easiest thing to spot, but he was flawless. Flawless in a way that made the small scratches look amazing. The red light sat behind them, lightening the small amount hair on his head so that it became outlined with the color. He was watching her too, but she doubt it was anything like her own thoughts. It was good enough for her though, and his mouth made her wandering eyes shut. Cara moved her legs from under him in a half embrace, her ankles resting just on the inside of his thighs as she felt the tempo rising. She wanted it to; push him as far as she could go. It was a dangerous thought, since she didn’t know her own boundaries.

 

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As Cara threaded her legs around his thighs, a smile worked its way into their kissing. She was definitely calmer, and more into it this time around. His hand caressed her cheek slowly, moving down her neck and onto her shoulder. He shied away from her more obvious erogenous zones at first, but decided to go for it all the way if he was going to be here and now doing what he was doing. His fingertips slid along her side, feeling her ribs moving with her breath, their feathery touch becoming more firm as his hand cupped her right breast. His fingers closed slightly, giving a small squeeze, kneading at it slowly. His hips were right against hers now, and he could feel his groin stirring, his cock steadily swelling.

His blood flowed faster now, the acts of intimacy sending his infused cells cascading through his veins. His mind was filling with a need, a hunger. He hoped she wouldn't mind as he grew bolder...but part of him, a deep-seated thought in core of his mind, didn't care. This part of his brain started to become more vocal, louder in his mind as he continued caressing her tit, their lips still locked in a passionate tangle.

 

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His lips spread against hers for a moment, and her expression changed all the same. For the small moment they smiled at each other, there kissing was less intense and Malcolm’s fingers caressed her cheek. When hers faded, he trailed down her ribs. It was like one move after another.

He took her breast in his grip.

She bit his lips gently.

He ground himself against her.

She broke off their kiss, letting her head fall back as her back arched the pressure against her sex. It ached, and the only thing that seemed to comfort it was his own pressure. She could feel the heat difference as her hands roamed his back, her mouth finding his shoulder as she bit lightly at the skin that was there as he moved against her. He caught her mouth again with his own. Using her heels she pushed herself harder against him, her arms wrapped around his neck for support.