[oom] Behind closed doors

[hell_in_highheels]

River pushes the door shut behind Ace and turns back to face her mate, a sudden wave of tiredness coming over her.

The stress of the evening's events is clearly written in her features.

Again, love, I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to bring her.

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[hell_in_highheels]

Again, she buries her face in his throat, burying herself in his scent and his embrace. She's safe here. Whatever that creature was, it can't get her here.

She wishes she could believe that thought as much today as she did yesterday.

What are we going to do?

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

It's a damn good question and he can't hide the uncertainty in his scent.

Stay on good terms with Security. Keep up with your training.

Fists probably can't hurt Blodwen, but maybe they can surprise her, if they're fast enough. And a good exhausting workout is an excellent distraction.

[hell_in_highheels]

Research, she adds, thinking out loud.

Someone that powerful, she's made enemies here. Someone will know something. They have to.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He nods.

Keep a low profile. If she finds you're looking at her, she has more of a reason to look back.

He pulls his head back a bit and looks at her unblinking.

No direct confrontations. She goes after you, you run. Find Belar or Demeter.

He hates not being able to add himself to that list.

[hell_in_highheels]

She nods, blinking as she looks back. She knows he's right.

And then a thought occurs to her, sending another spike of fear through her scent.

You'll do the same?

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

If I can. He blinks now.

It depends on the circumstances, but he has no desire to get into a fight with that weight class.

If Blodwen goes after River, well. That's another matter entirely.

[hell_in_highheels]

She nuzzles his chin, brushing her cheek against his.

Please, Richard...

Her hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

We'll be careful, he promises, hugging her.

...you should know she's not the only threat in the bar.

[hell_in_highheels]

She hugs him back, hard, and then tugs him gently towards the couches.

Tell me. I need to know.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He's going to need English for their names until River learns the canine. He compiles a list as they sit down.

"You're already aware of Witherspoon. The others likely to attack are a man called Le Chiffre and a younger man named Zuko." Canine descriptors accompany those. "The latter is capable of controlling fire, though I haven't seen either of them for quite some time.

"Not an immediate threat, but most likely won't be keen on meeting you, are Sergeant Harry Wells, his cousin Andrew Wells, and Private Lawrence Cooper. The soldiers also haven't shown up for some time.

"Finally, I've been informed that Sam and Dean Winchester are monster hunters with a very unfriendly attitude towards werewolves. I've met them once, though they didn't know what I was." And still don't as far as he knows. He probably would have forgotten had Wells not made such an effort to warn him.

[hell_in_highheels]

"I've met Sergeant Wells. But before, yes. And I'll keep an eye out for the Winchesters. I've heard their names in bar before."

"What about," a pained look crosses her face, "carrying a weapon?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He can tell by her scent that she really doesn't like that idea.

But there isn't a whole lot about the current situation to like anyway.

"We have a spare handgun. I can teach you how to use it."

Live and learn.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Will that be sufficient, do you think?"

She has her doubts, especially what with gods and demons running around in the bar.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Against more mundane threats. Perhaps to greater ones, if you can get off a lucky shot."

A very lucky shot.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Yes, well. You know how I feel about them."

Them, meaning weapons in general.

"I'm not objecting to training, understand. I just -- it's never going to be my first response."

Possibly even when it should be.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He arches an eyebrow at her.

"I've never recommended the 'shoot first' method," he says dryly. "That being said, it never hurts to keep one's options open."

[hell_in_highheels]

"True," she gives him a shy little smile at that. Wasn't she the one who reminded him of that way back when?

She takes his hand in hers, squeezing tight. "I wish you'd been there. I wish you'd seen -- whatever it was that happened."

She's discovering she's just as disconcerted about the idea that she has no control over when she changes as she is over the threat to pack.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

In Ryan's experience, those who can shift out of moon can also do so whenever they wish. Granted, Spoon is his only reference point, but he'd still be a little jealous if he weren't busy being distracted by other things.

Like threat to pack.

"It's a pity this place doesn't have CCTV."

[hell_in_highheels]

"CCTV?"

She tilts her head at that.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Closed-circuit television," he explains. "Basically video cameras at several choice points to record activity in an effort to catch criminal acts."

[hell_in_highheels]

"A visual recording, then. We should ask if Bar has something like that. Or perhaps Security might know."

She nestles closer to him, almost in his lap now, needing to feel him close.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He has no issue with this.

"I doubt it. Too many medieval magic users on the force," holding her close.

Someone is falling prey to stereotypes.

[hell_in_highheels]

"We'll never know unless we ask, love."

She rests her head on his chest, breathing in his scent, letting out a deep, contented sigh.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," he agrees.

Happy you're unhurt.

[hell_in_highheels]

Seconded.

She holds him tight for a long moment, and then slowly relaxes.

Love you, she murmurs, nestling under his chin.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Love you.

If he has his way, they'll stay curled up like that for some time. Bad day.