The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

[Alvis Alendran]

When Lucy mentioned being tired, he cracked a another smile.
"You've had a busy day." He told her with a smile. "Sleep well, I'll keep you safe." He told her, stepping out of the room, and shutting the door. Once he'd done that, he sighed, leaning his head on the door, gathering his thoughts, his nerves, pushing aside his misgivings. He turned to the bathroom, and walked in. He shucked out of his new shirt, running a finger along his torso, finding small spots that marked a bullet. Even as he looked at them they were fading from sight, turning into shockingly pale, but pristine flesh. Away from Lucy, he looked like an alabaster statue. He closed his eyes, paused, saw the building from the outside, saw the street from the roof of the brownstone. Everything seemed clear for the moment. He opened them again, and kicked the door to the bathroom shut. It hit the doorframe, but didn't qquite close, though that detail was lost on him.

Hot water. It poured from the nozzle, and he smiled, setting his pants aside, and stepping into the stream of water. it was hot enough that steam poured intot he room in a great wave, but he barely felt it. Lucy wasn't there, wasn't around to make him human, to make him feel. And if she was, well, at this point it would likely lead to a very long shower that would almost need another one right afterwards to make sure that they were actually clean. The thought made him smile. He touched the sliding glass door of the shower-

Heat, heat and lust, panting, sweating and moans, hands that weren't his, too small, gripping the wall, larger hands moving this body around, one in the long hair that now hung in view, pushign the body into a bend, something touching the body from behind, and a moan that started to build in anticipation of-

Jacob jerked his hand back, shaking his head a moment to clear it. A little more about their hostess than he cared to know really. He smiled and grabbed the soap, beginning to get the last residual elements of blood off of himself. It was feeling good to be clean. He shook his head, knowing that he still had some residual arousal from his time with Lucy, and the aftereffects of that vision. It was hard to shake off to say the least.

 

[darkangel76]

When Jacob left, Lucy stared at the bed for several long moments. There was only one, which meant one of two things. Either one of them was sleeping on the floor or she and Jacob would share that one and only bed. Smiling shyly, her green eyes looking down at the floor, she already knew the answer to that—they'd share. She could already imagine the warmth of Jacob's body as he lied next to her, his arms wrapped gently about her as he held her close. Her smile grew a little at the thought. It was a nice one to end the day with.

Walking over to the bed, Lucy turned down the sheets and sat upon the soft mattress. She snuggled deeply under the blankets, her red hair fanning out over the pillow beneath her head. Her eyelids grew heavy, as she lied there waiting. But she was happy and she felt safe. As her eyes slowly closed, she let her finger trace the mark Jacob had left on her neck.

Meanwhile, Selene peeked out her door and quietly slipped through the tiny crack she'd made when she'd opened it to look out into the hall. She'd heard the bathroom door open, which meant only one thing—Jacob was now in there. A smirk plastered on her face, she walked with all the confidence in the world toward that bathroom, the door slightly ajar. She giggled softly knowing that he'd done that in hopes she'd decide to pay him an early visit. And of course she'd oblige him for being so quick on the uptake. Licking her lips, she breathed in and then out and then pushed open the door.

The shower was on and Selene could see Jacob's silhouette behind the glass of the shower stall. Quietly, she closed the door behind herself and locked it. She turned toward the mirror to get a quick glance of herself. Yes, she was the picture of perfection. No one could resist such a tempting treat. They never had...though Mr. Boyd had tossed her aside when he was through. Dirty old bastard. But she'd shown him, living off his money, his men. And now she'd take his neglected daughter's man and ohh, he was quite the specimen. Her breasts ached at the idea of his hands gripping them and squeezing them, his mouth lavishing them with attention. She sucked in a breath and turned back to look at Jacob as he washed. He was clearly aroused...and ready.

He knew she was there and that made Selene hot.

Quietly, Selene let her shimmery robe slip from her shoulders. She moved to touch the glass doors and slowly slid it open. Her cool, blue eyes immediately focused on Jacob's arousal. "Didn't mean to keep you waiting so long," she panted. "I'm here now."

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Jacob was quiet, leaning into the water, the heat finally starting to seep into him a little more now, and he almost felt properly heated through. The constant chill of what could only be described as the grave wasn't quite so prevalent. He did hear the door finish closing, picking out something of a clack of a lock going shut. He actually smiled. Maybe Lucy nudging him to the shower had been an ulterior motive on her part. Despite everything, he didn't really know Lucy as well as he should. She might have an insatiable drive once she knew it was something he was interested in. And he was not one to deny her. It was Lucy after all. He faintly heard cloth hitting the floor, and at that point began to wonder.

Lucy might be somewhat shy, but he had to admit coming to him like this didn't seem to be quite what he'd have thought from her. There would likely be more sound from her, a call of some sort. Unless he'd misread her horribly. When the door to the shower slid open he was freeted to view of breasts, a trim body, and then a smirk that he already knew all too well.
"Selene! What the..." he turned partly away from her, before honestly just thinking that it was pointless to hide his arousal. He faced her directly, not even considering that she might take that whole thing as a surrender to her advances. "...I'm with Lucy. What are you doing?"

 

[darkangel76]

Steam rose up from the water as it rushed from the showerhead. It was thick as it filled the room and fogged up the large mirror above the sink. But Selene's focus was fully on Jacob, her eyes drinking in his pale form as he stood there under the water as it ran over his body. His dark hair hung in wet strands; some of it sticking to his face while beads of water clung to every sculpted angle. He was magnificent, far more beautiful than any man that had darkened her doorstep in the past. He even made Boyd seem like nothing, a distant memory. How she longed to feel his skin sliding against her own.

Goose bumps formed over Selene's flesh, her breasts going taut until her perky nipples hardened and a healthy flush washed over her entire body. A flutter of excitement teased her tummy and radiated down until it pooled between her legs. She could feel the gentle throb of her heart beating between them as her slit slicked with wetness and she dared to step under the running water with Jacob.

Selene ignored Jacob's words, minor protests...something about Lucy. Of course the man had to say something about the bitch. But she'd make him forget. Slowly, she let her hand touch his chest, letting it slide up until her palm splayed along his shoulder. Her nipples barely brushed against his chest as she looked up into his eyes, the water make her hair just as wet as his.

"Yes," Selene whispered, her words breathy and full of need. "I know you brought her." She smiled, but didn't move any closer. Her head lolled back and she let the water drench the rest of her hair, her back as she showed off her curves while standing quite close, her arousal only growing. She let out a soft sigh before letting her head roll forward, her eyes finding Jacob's. "You like what you see?" she stated more than asked, her hand moving from his shoulder as she began to let her hands roam over her own body, almost presenting herself for him to take. Her eyes then drifted down to his own arousal, her smile broadening as her confidence only grew.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Jacob had to re-calibrate his brain in the light of this new development. Selene was certainly...aggressive to say the least, though he'd also aim towards shameless. Her hand touching him didn't trigger any reaction, not lie he had thought it might. And it also made something else clear to him. Yes, there was arousal, he was only human after all, or at least had been, but there was none of the warmth that he felt with Lucy, no surge of humanity. This was just plain animal instinct. But he wasn't an animal, not like that. And he certainly wasn't Selene's newet conquest, not just to hurt Lucy, and he could recognize this for what it was.

There might be some sincere interest in her, but if there was, it was on a purely physical level. He had every instinct that the physical level was the only thing that Selene ever bothered with. He knew she was putting on a bit of a show for him, trying to tempt him into something that he knew might feel intense at the time, but would leave him covered in regret later. Still, he wouldn't deny that there was a serious temptation here. Lucy was asleep. And she trusted him absolutely. He could do this thing, and then deny it, and she would believe him. It would not change how she felt for him, or how he felt about her. It would be taking advantage of a situation.

But that didn't make it right.

He let out a shuddering breath, looking at Selene. Wanting to look through her. No such luck.
"Of course it's a nice view. Just not one that's meant for me. Selene, I came here with Lucy to keep her safe and out of trouble." He told her, steadfastly trying to keep eye contact, and not stray his eyes. He was mostly successful, but there were moments that his eyes started to dip lower before snapping back into place.