Home sweet heat

[Lovely]

February 3, 2009
late afternoon
Veinna Estate - Justin's room

He didn't understand it. His eyes opened to the familiar. The far-too-familiar but not where he was supposed to be. The last he remembered was Aberto saying something about something hurting a great deal. Now he was in his own room. Did he freak out? He didn't remember there being enough carnage for the bloodlust to kick in on him and make him this thick that he couldn't remember it. Justin sat up, perhaps too fast, regretting instantly that he'd done so. "f*cking hell, that sonuvab*tch tranq'd me," he grimaced, feeling the room tilt and his throat catch on the dryness and bitter rusty taste the sedative left behind. He was still clothed, at least in his shirt and shorts. They'd allowed him a little decency. The first step to get water was a trip over something on the floor that wasn't normally there, either. The sudden inhale as he cursed lightly told him what it was and who it belonged to. Where was she? "Taz? Taisian?" He looked around the room, suddenly sobered by her scent and how it seemed to come only from her things at his feet. "Taisian?!" He moved quickly to the washroom, finding she wasn't there. Aberto. His fist could have gone through the speaker and the wall that held it as he punched the intercom codes for the workshop, his single gravely sedative-scraped word growling down to the man. "Explain."

"I have work to do.. unless you'd like me to dispose of -it- now." Was the reply that came back as the intercom cut off with the sound of her growl and yelp, thick with sedatives as well.

Dispose of... what, he wondered. Justin heard the yelp and the click as the connection went silent. He had her and she was in pain. And he wasn't yet fully coherent. The room was still pitching as he turned to get the water he was after. The dose must have been heavy, likely extra to be sure he stayed out, but why? Well, of course, so he wouldn't interfere. He could smell her on his shirt, on her bag, on himself still, thick and raw, heavenly and distracting to the point he couldn't concentrate to walk straight with the obvious effect it was having on his circulation only adding to the dizziness. What had Aberto said? What was he doing to her? Justin couldn't clear his thoughts and leaned on the counter several minutes, trying to focus simply on the drain in the sink as the water rushed down before him. He finally glanced up in the mirror to see that the bite marks had finally soaked through the shirt enough to stick and he spent another few minutes gently peeling it away to cleanse the marks.

The tests and 'torture' were done, the girl had woken up during everything, had been tranqed again and was brought up to Justin's room to rest. She'd passed everything she'd been subjected to with a pleasing result, though Aberto was pleased just to have someone new to subject to those things and new samples to play with. The knock was courtesy though there was no wait, the door opened and Taisian was carried in to be laid on Justin's bed. She was covered in a shirt that came down to mid thigh and nothing more, her hair hanging down in waves as her head tipped back while being carried in her 'sleep'.

Justin rushed from the washroom when he'd heard the knock. Upon seeing her limp and nearly bare and smelling her again so close, the temper flared. "What did you do to her?!" He descended harshly once she was set down, wanting answers.

The tranq gun was pulled from his hip and Aberto's head tilted, his eyes cold. "Back up before you end up having a long nap." He warned in a calm voice, taking a step away from her and the bed. One thing he didn't care to mess with was a feral trying to get to or protect his mate, even with the tranqs and his own ferality, he'd rather avoid a scuffle.

Justin sneered at the tranquilizer, the growl low and full of warning. He'd had more than enough already and who knows what would happen to either of them if he was put down for even another minute. He stayed put, but asked again. "What did you do, Aberto? What work... what were you talking about... disposing?"

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His eyes flicked to the girl, who lay unmoving but for her chest rising and falling in soft breaths. "What do you think I meant about disposing?" His eyes were dark. "She passed all tests and has been healed."

"All tests... so I was right?" His head tilted a little, curious, concerned. If she passed, then...?

"Right?" He stepped toward the door, keeping his eyes sharply on the man and not letting his guard down.

"To take her in.. to want to keep her," he said, partly growling though he didn't realize he still was and speaking from instinct more than as a rational man. "My family," he seethed out protectively.

Aberto chanced a slight smile as he nodded, his hand on the door knob. "She's yours, if you can claim her, hold on to her.. keep her."

"Send someone to fix this, then lock the door," he grinned, pointing to his bare and welted side before nodding the man out. Claim her? She was wilder than he knew himself to be, though he would accept the challenge to try and enjoy every minute of that fight. Healed.. and resting. He chuckled and moved to check on her.

Her scent was laced even more heavily with a distinct feminine warmth, she was passing into the peak of her heat, full blown.. and would likely awake with a hunger. Her hand rested over her tummy and she lay still as Aberto had laid her down. He'd slipped into the hall and called for Tyler to come up and finish healing Justin, then went down to the workshop to finish up his notes.

From beside the bed, he could barely stand the waiting, in fact he could barely stand. Every breath he took was filled with her and it was making him nearly crazed. Aware enough, however, he pulled the sheet over her since all she wore was the shirt. It would be her choice to wear more or less when she woke, if she even stayed. The pain Aberto put her through would likely be more clearly remembered than the thoughts in his own head were. For himself, he pulled a pair of sweat pants from the drawer and kept himself in motion, trying to keep his blood pumping to his brain and keep his head clear. It wasn't working well with her there as he waited for the knock.

Tyler knocked a moment later, rocking on his heels in the hall and waiting to come in. He'd been given three boxes of twinkies to stash in his room as reward for his work today as well as given several of the spongey treats to consume.

The knock came and Justin was promptly at the door to pull the youngster inside. "Get in here and make it quick. Sorry, but you really don't want to be in here when she wakes up," he said gruffly, warning more that he didn't want Tyler to see what might happen and have his dad come down the hall for explanations later.

Tyler blinked a few times at the rough greeting and his eyes darted to fix on the young woman laying in Justin's bed. He swallowed and nodded slowly, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Ty swallowed and tried again. "Yeah.. she's.. umm mmhmm." He blushed a little, not able to take his eyes off her for a minute. "She.. certainly.. fiesty."

"Yeah, that's a good word for it," he murmured, watching Tyler and tapping the back of the boys head with a light upswing. "I'll send you a postcard. C'mon. Can you help me with this or not?" He tried to divert the boy's attention to his own bare form that was still damp at the deeper of the bites.

"uh.. oh.. yeah.." His head turned slowly to focus on the man, his blush still making a light glow on his cheeks. "Sorry.. she's.. uh.. pretty." It took him a moment to recover his senses and his eyes cast over the marks on Justin's side. "Did she do that too? Man.." His head shook a little.

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"I'm glad you think so," he smiled, out of pride but also on her behalf. It showed the kid had some taste and perhaps some promise of what he'd find out there for himself in a year or two. "Yeah.. she's a damn good artist and this hurts like a muth- ... yeah... so are you twinkied up and ready for this?"

His attention perked a little as Justin mentioned she was an artist. "Really? That's cool man.. very cool." His hands gently came over the wounds on Justin's side, warming up slowly. "So.. you and her.. steady.. you know that girlfriend thing?.. or any chance for a young guy like me to catch her eye?"

"Me and her? Yeah, could be," he chuckled, though flinching a little at the touch on the wounds that were feeling more raw now. "For you, there's always a chance... but not likely in this lifetime."

"Could be? Damn.. you're cold.. how can you not be like -Damn straight.. mine all mine? Don't touch, keep out, caution.. Man.. if she was with me.. oh hell I'd make sure everyone knew.. you know.. not like bragging -but it wouldn't be a question.. yeah anyway that's just me and I'm just a kid." He sighed, being gentle but firm over the wounds, his warmth spreading into Justin's side.

"Tyler... I am totally, one-hundred and ten percent in agreement with you, but you know what? She hasn't said how much she likes me and right now, I think she might be really pissed at me, okay? But if she says so, then yeah, Twinkie the Kid better keep his little fingers off," he winked, trying not to laugh.

Tasa stirred slightly as if in response to their discussion, a soft murmur parted her lips in a heavily sleepy voice. "Justin..?" She pushed at the covers, her eyes still closed, though her head turned and she seemed some what distressed.

"Ut oh. Hey, how's it looking?" He whispered, nodding toward Tasa. "Sleeping Beauty may have a few words here in a minute."

"Looking better." He replied, stretching to glance around justin to the girl who was stirring. "Ut oh is right, she tore shit up downstairs. She woke up.. apparently her tolorance to the sedatives is very high.. took alot to take her down in the first place.. um.. yeah.. I'm sorry about that. I didn't know what he was doing till he was doing it, you know?"

He nodded. He knew exactly, since his own head was still foggy. "He's good at what he does. Just finish up what you can so I'm not bleeding. I have a feeling I may need more in a few hours," he sighed. "Here, Taz. Just... got my hands full a second. You alright?"

Tyler chuckled lightly, doing his work. The wounds were sealed now and healing below the surface. "Almost done.. try not to get tooled up too bad.. you know, there are only so many twinkies in the house."

Tasa twisted into the pillow, murmuring and writhing a bit. Her hands shoved at the blankets and slid over her torso, pulling at the shirt as if trying to get it off in her sleep.

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"Yeah, well I'll see what I can do about not getting tooled up. You better scoot out of here. This could get ugly," he said, passing off the potential as danger and pending injury, though her movements and the scent told him a different story altogether that was pulling roughly at his feral instincts and becoming harder to control.

Tyler seemed distracted for a minute as he watched Tasa, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was a teenage boy after all and she was a beautiful woman writhing nearly bare on a bed a few feet away. It took a minute for Justin's words to register in his brain and he jerked a little, blinking and nodding. "Yeah.. okay.. um call if you need me to come back later." His hands fell away from Justin's side and he back slowly toward the door, still staring at Tasa as she moaned softly and twisted.

Though her eyes hadn't opened, her movements were becoming more restless. Her hands tugging and shifting the shirt and running over her bare skin. Her thighs and belly and up over her chest to her neck, where she tried to hold on and be still but the ache was driving her crazy and her hands would start to shift over her again.

"Thank you Tyler... helps if you open the door first," he winked, coming over to help him out and to be sure to lock the door afterward. "Ice cream and grandma Veinna's brownies tonight.. if you leave now, hm?"

Tyler nodded, nearly tripping as he backed out the door. "Uh huh.. " He murmured, turning to walk down the hall, headed to his room in a bit of a daze.

Justin's chuckle was short-lived as he locked the door behind the younger boy and turned to admire her himself. "So... I ... uh... I hear you busted up the place really well. How are you feeling?" He asked gently, coming closer to the bed again to check on her now that she seemed more awake.

Her eyes didn't open at first but the short sniff and the nearly hungry expression on her face showed she was aware he was close and possibly very awake now. Her head turned toward the sound of his voice and her eyes snapped open. A low growl accompainied her words. "What did you let them do to me?"

"I didn't 'let' them do anything. I was unconscious. I'm sorry. I honestly don't know, but I'm sorry. How do you feel?"

She growled again, her hand finding the buttons of the shirt and tugging them loose. "Hot.. burning up.. aching.. " Her gaze fixed on him again and it was clear in her eyes she was trying to fight what ever was happening to her, and that she didn't understand it.

"I'm sure you are, darlin'. Just take it easy and do what you have to do. Just you and me, okay? No more doctors. You're all better now..," he said gently, leaning down beside her on the bed. "Don't fight it. Fall into it," he advised quietly, helping her with the buttons that were making her uncomfortable.

"Fall into what? What the hell did they do to me?" Her voice was nearly a whimper and she writhed again, shifting the covers further down her legs. She was fighting between being angry at him and lusting for him.

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"Like they say, it's different for girls," he whispered, not sure if she heard him. He was concerned that she'd been enhanced somehow, pushed into her hormonal surge by Aberto's tests. He shook his head. "This is all you, baby, all you. And I have to say, it's really beautiful."

She shook her head gently, it felt like she was going mad, her legs shifted, running up and down each other. Tasa closed her eyes, moaning again as the ache grew stronger with each moment. Her hands stroked over her very warm skin, over her belly and slowly up her chest.

"Taz? Taisian... can you hear me?" He felt her forehead and rested his hand softly at her cheek. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me, okay? It's okay. This is part of what we are, do you understand? This is natural and normal, but it's different for girls."

Her eyes fluttered to show him her heated gaze and her face turned into his hand a bit. "Justin.. what is this? I feel.. so hot.." She didn't just mean her temperature, her hand drifted to his side, resting just a his waist. Her fingers curled digging in a little as her eyes drifted hungrily over his bare chest.

"It's the wolf in you and it wants to be fed. It's a particular hunger, though... and I think you know. The human girl knows... what it wants. The question is do you?"

She held more tightly to his side as she nodded slowly. "You." She whispered with a soft moaning growl of need.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured as she held tighter where he'd just been healed. He slipped the shirt away from her so she'd feel more comfortable. "Taz, it's more than that. That hunger wants more than that from you... and from me. I'll help, but you have to know... what may happen."

She shook her head, her eyes narrowing and questioning. "More?.. please.. this is.. it's like losing my mind." She whispered, catching his hand as he helped shift the shirt away and bringing his hand back to her bare skin.

"That's exactly what it is, but it's over in a day or two. Like I said, I'll help, okay? I promise. I'm right here and I'll make it better for you," he said gently, reassuring her with his touch where she placed his hand and his kiss that was fueled by her scent.

"Two days? I'm going to be like this for two days?" She gasped out, reaching to pull him even closer. "I... baby.. please.. " She was trembling, leaning up towards another kiss.

"Could be," he found himself grinning, though he wasn't trying to be funny. "Guess that depends on me and what happens between now and then." He had her answer for now, but what would she say when the 'fever' was over? He'd worry about that then. Right now, he could barely stand it, going insane, holding back from easing her ache and beginning to ache himself. The control over his feral instincts was shattering with her plea. The drawstring was tugged, loosening the sweats as he fell into hungered kisses to start helping her.

"Help me.. make it better, baby.. please -whatever you have to do.." She whispered hotly over his neck as she nipped and kissed, working back to his mouth and more of the hungered kisses. Her hands slid over him possesively, urgent with the need for him that pulsed through her. She helped the sweats to shift down his legs and her hand smoothed firmly over him.

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