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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Jan 22, 2010 13:31:55 GMT -5
Uh... Ok.. so this wasn't exactly the conversation he'd been planning on having this morning but then..He hadn't exactly been planning on having his ass handed to him by a misty shadowed ghost either. Or watched his woman get thrown down a few feet of stairs and start giving him a first person blow by blow murder reenactment either. That crap just hadn't been on his "to do list" for the day either but it had obviously happened.
So.... The fact that he was sitting in a huge bathtub talking about shifter traditions and basically feeling out the feisty woman in his arms about her thoughts on his species strange commitment rituals really shouldn't surprise him. After all, after a morning like they'd already had, it really couldn't get much stranger, right? Wrong. Before he realized what he was doing, he was telling her the whole bonding ritual and looking at her with a thoughtful expression.
"Actually babe... Its a bit more in depth that that....Has to to with some blood exchange and has to be at a pivotal moment, so to speak.... Its also one of those things that can't be forced on anyone but has to be made of ones own free will."
Closing his eyes for a moment, he let her distract him with her caresses. Whether intentional or not, it was inflaming his senses and he knew she had to feel what she was doing to him.
"And baby... if you keep doing that, I'm going to be half way to showing you exactly what I mean." he groaned, a look of amused resignation settling on his features as he pulled her away to look down at her.
Suddenly, a very serious expression crossed his face. His eyes darkened as he looked at her and he traced a finger over her lips. It occured to him how fragile she truly was even if she acted all tough and cocky. The thought of losing her was like a blow to his middle.
"Promise me something.. No more taking chances, all right? No more suicidal dares or impulsive starts.... Not unless I'm with you... There is a chance that since your my woman.... Others will be watching you and I don't want you hurt..... if something were to happen to you...."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Jan 23, 2010 20:29:00 GMT -5
Winding her arms loosely around his neck as she was rearranged, she couldn’t help but make a moue of distaste, followed quickly by an unhappy noise. “So, first off…ew, a blood exchange? What, are you part vampire too? And as for showing me what you mean…”
Another evil grin on her face, she moved up his body until she could settle a bit more…comfortably against him, leaning forward to capture his lips. “I’m tempted to dare you to give it your best shot. Ooh, and because you’re part wolf, does that mean you prefer certain positions over others? ‘Cause I think I can deal if you can dish.”
Ah, she did so love to push the guy’s buttons. He was sexy as hell and so damn cute when he got all sexually frustrated like that. Sure, she wasn’t exactly sure what the heck a blood exchange had to do with some hot’n’steamy bathtub sex- Derek surely wasn’t looking for her to be his ‘mate’ for crying out loud! Either way, she was going to be glued to his butt, sure…but heck, neither of them were poster boys for steady relationships, so slow down there, helpless romantic- but she’d just stick with a bit of flirting. A Cheshire cat smile on her face, she made a show of twisting around until her back was to his front and leaned forward to fiddle with the bathtub knobs. With a backward grin over her shoulder, she arched against him teasingly, doing a little hip swivel that never failed to make him a bit growlier than usual.
And then he had to go and say all that he-man good stuff. Like a switch being flipped, teasing turned into a scowl and she scooted down his legs until she straddled his knees, turning back around to face him. “What do you mean ‘others will be watching me?’ You in some kind of trouble, baby? ‘Cause if you do, you’d best be puttin’ out a warning sign. You, Derek DeVoux, are someone I want to see more of, and if there’s somebody bothering you, I WILL hunt them down and make ‘em beg to lick my boot heels by the time I’m done with ‘em.”
Bloodthirsty, thy name is Moonblood. Practically snarling the words, she cracked her knuckles for effect. Did the guy think that she couldn’t take care of herself? Don’t take anymore risks…what, did he want her to become some kind of pansy? She was an adrenaline junkie to the extreme, and had vowed never to let anyone or anything affect the lifestyle that she so loved.
…So color her surprised when she took one look into those dark eyes filled with some kind of concern and felt that annoying flutter in her belly again. Almost gruffly, she grumbled down at the bubbles floating around them, swatting at a mountain until a few clumps flew in the air. “Fine, I won’t do anything ‘unnecessary.’ No idea what you call ‘unnecessary…’ but you do know that I own a biker bar. AND I talk to ghosts. There’s only so much ‘safe’ that I can do for you…but I’ll try.”
Lifting a finger, she poked him in the chest. “But that goes for you too, bucko! Now that we’re staking claims, if you even THINK about doing something that’ll get you shot, stabbed, decapitated or…or…even paper cut-ted, I will KILL you myself!”
That said, she let out another grumble and snagged the soap on the side of the tub. “Now, lie still while I give you an erotic wash and make you howl so loud, the neighbors will think the zoo let loose the wild animals.”
Yep, and diplomatic, thy name is Moonblood. Never really one all too comfortable with emotion, she did her best to hide certain oh-so-unfamiliar feelings doing summersaults in her belly. She didn’t want to think about how, in such a short period of time, she’d begun to find herself getting very, VERY unhappy when she hadn’t had her Derek fix in over an hour. Or, when on a break and trying to muscle through late bills, why she couldn’t help but wonder what buxom blond doing a show at his club was trying to get him into the back room. And damn if she hadn’t had to buy stock in pencils, after all the ones she’d broken in her fist at the thought.
All she wanted to do was to lose herself, if only for a little while. Because, whether she liked to admit it or not, she’d never been this comfortable in her own skin, than when she was in his arms. So it was just so natural that she, armed with a purple loofa and a bottle of soap, went to work fulfilling her threat.
And boy, was she feeling…fulfilled. Five hours, a couple irate phone calls and one or two ‘blind’ ghosts later, Ilani found herself stretched out on a very disheveled bed, cell phone in one hand and the other spread out over the damp skin of her lover’s chest. The thing had started ringing in her ear just as she’d begun to nod off and it had taken all of her self control not to fling it across the room.
“This is Moonblood, make it quick, I’m busy getting my funk on,” She said with her normal biting tone. She turned her head to send a ‘holy cow, I’m starting a religion’ look in Derek’s direction. That is, if the man was conscious enough to recognize it. At the voice on the other end of the phone, however, playfulness was replaced by all business. Sitting up, she frowned at the wall across from her.
“Hey, Detective Jack, thanks for calling me back. What? No, you can’t get free drinks if you answer my question, you schmuck. I wanted to know if there are any open homicides involving kids. Yeah, Jack, I know you can’t talk about ongoing investigations, but you do remember who saved your ass from that poltergeist last month, right?” She tapped a finger against her knee and rolled her eyes. “Don’t remind me; I still have nightmares about that…really? Three, huh?” Gulp. “Occult alters?” Gulp, gulp. “Full moons? Oh, Jack honey, you just made my day. NO, you can’t have free drinks! Fine, all the masachismos you can inhale. Bye.”
Snapping the phone shut, she let her forehead rest against the cracked plastic for a minute, then turned to look at the shifter next to her. “Yeah, about that whole ‘no getting into dangerous situations without you around?’ Um…so, what’re your views on angry ghosts, and how many vacation days are you willing to take?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Jan 26, 2010 13:44:27 GMT -5
Yeah there was something to be said about having a woman who knew how to easy your worries away. No sooner than Lani had looked at him with that glint in her eye than the rest of the world had faded into oblivion. He'd been perfectly happy to play a game of "how many ways can you scream the bar down" with her and for the next couple hours, that is exactly what they experimented in doing. Alas, though, all good things must come to an end and it ended with them both sprawled on Ilani's bed with him trying to regain a normal pace to his heartbeat.
Sprawled on his back, Derek propped one arm underneath his head and groaned as his woman traced absent minded patterns on his bare chest. From somewhere nearby, he heard a cell phone ring and heard her groan before she flipped it open and answered. With only half his attention on her conversation, the wolf went back over the whole afternoon's happenings and could only congradulate himself for finding the one woman in the territory that wouldn't run away screaming when his hairy side had presented itself to her.
“Don’t remind me; I still have nightmares about that…really? Three, huh?” Gulp. “Occult alters?” Gulp, gulp. “Full moons? Oh, Jack honey, you just made my day. NO, you can’t have free drinks! Fine, all the masachismos you can inhale. Bye.”
As those words greeted his keen ears, Derek quit contemplating what his companion would look like in a black leather corset and thigh high boots to peel his eyes at her.Occult alters? What the fucking hell? Full Moons? What exactly was his little hell cat getting into now? Frowning at her as she hung up the phone, the shifter sat up and looked at her, waiting for her to explain.
“Yeah, about that whole ‘no getting into dangerous situations without you around?’ Um…so, what’re your views on angry ghosts, and how many vacation days are you willing to take?”
Arching a brow, the dark haired man stood up from the bed and leaned down to pull on his pants. His thoughts ran wild in his head as he tried to think. In order to give himself time to collect himself, he shrugged into a shirt but left it unbuttoned as he turned and leaned a hip on her dresser. His gaze was concerned as he met her eyes but his facial expressions where calm.
"Well, I guess that depends on what you have in mind... Whats going on exactly? This doesn't sound like the normal sort of thing I deal with and after what I saw this morning.... It seems more than a bit dangerous for you too. "
Ok, so call him male but he didn't like the idea of her putting herself in harms way and something about the whole situation raised his hackles. It was one thing to be attacked out of the blue but she was talking about putting herself smack in the middle of things. His inner beast didn't like that at all and he had to tamp it back in order to avoid saying something that he was sure would only get him in a world of trouble.
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Feb 5, 2010 19:18:25 GMT -5
As Derek stood to get dressed, Ilani couldn’t help the loud, unhappy sigh that slid from her lips. Now, why did he have to go and cover up all that manly goodness? Especially when it was oh-so-tempting to just throw out a ‘just kidding!’ while snagging him by the front of his pants and dragging him back down to bed. Mmm, the memory of the shifter naked, all that tawny skin bare, muscles rippling…
Whoo, cue some chin wiping, there. Was she drooling? Holy cow, she was drooling! Damn, the guy was just way too good looking for his own good. She’d definitely have to tattoo her name on his forehead, just in case he got jumped by some sex-starved hussy who couldn’t fight the feeling when around him. Not that she blamed the woman, given that Derek was sex on a stick.
And man, a girl knew that the week was starting to go downhill when she started to hate an imaginary woman. Yeesh, she needed a vacation. Somewhere sunny, with a nice beach, fruity drinks and hot cabana boys. Who looked like Derek.
Dammit. Mind out of the gutter for two seconds, woman! Bad libido, bad!
With a disgruntled growl, the psychic slid out of the bed after him, padding over to her nightstand. It was almost amusing, the differences in lifestyles that they had, she couldn’t help but notice. From what she saw of Derek’s office- and from all kinds of angles…aw, hell, libido! SHADDUP!- the man was just as neat as other servicemen she’d known over the years. She, on the other hand, could make a room look like it’d been hit by a tornado in t-minus ten seconds; her bureau, case in point. Digging through the little piles of shirts, socks- eep, hide Mr. Batteries Needed before someone got the wrong idea- and the little gauzy outfits she’d bought for an ex somewhere back east, she managed to produce a large Rangers tshirt and slipped it on as he started to speak.
“Yeah, well…’dangerous’ is my middle name. Didn’t you know that?” Moving back to the bed, she flopped onto her back and sighed up at the ceiling. “Okay, so maybe not. You see, what went on down there? It’s kind of…well, it’s a part of my life. Lemme break it down for you.”
Sitting up, she crossed her legs and tapped at the little feather permanently woven into the short strands of her hair. “My mama was one of many the female Shamans of her family. Before she died, she told me that I would carry on the line and be blessed with very important gifts,” She paused, rolling her eyes a bit at the statement. “Yeah, if ‘gifts’ cover being a homing beacon for everything dead and pissed off. See, since I was a teenager, I could see, hear and talk to the dead. Some are just…floating around, waiting for the end of time, lost in their own little worlds and repeating their deaths over and over again. Then there are others, who are kinda like the guys wandering around downstairs. They know they’re dead and have some kind of cliché ‘unfinished business’ to take care of. And lastly, there are the angry ones.”
Tapping a finger on her knee, she absently rubbed at the back of her neck, still sore from meeting the wood floor. “People who die violently or are carrying strong emotions with them into the After, they pack an extra oomf. Ghosts like Cash, the Casper kinds; it takes a lot for them to possess someone, or to move an object across the room. Once they’ve done it, they’re ectoplasm for days…but the angry ones, they have enough strength to do all kinds of nasty things and come back for more in less than a day.”
Man, did she hate talking about this. Absently, she glanced up at the ceiling, where her protective ward should be. Because of her ‘Cyclops Eye,’ as she and Cash liked to call it, the would-be invisible ink looked like some kind of fuzzy neon green drawing. It comforted her to know that, while asleep and vulnerable, she was protected. Not to mention a similar sigil tattooed under her hair at the base of her skull, to make sure that she wasn’t possessed while her guard was down. Frowning, she eyed Derek. Maybe it was time for her man to get one somewhere, just in case, and right next to the ‘Property of Ilani’…
“The ghost from before wasn’t just angry; she was freaking pissed off. I’ve only come across a few like her in my lifetime, and they’re always victims of something nasty. Murder, negligence, or just the fact that they’re plain evil. This one…she was a little girl,” Rubbing at her arms, she looked over at Derek again. “Her name was Jenny. She walked home from school for the first time and someone kidnapped her. I think it was a he, because he was so big. He drugged her, beat her, and did…other things, before he slit her throat. She had so much energy that, despite my wards, she made me see what she saw, so that I could help her. And the guy on the phone from before? He just confirmed some things. Baby…I think I might be on the road to hunting a serial killer.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Feb 8, 2010 14:59:24 GMT -5
Well, hell... he'd heard of life having unforeseen events but this one was really starting to take the cake. Who would have figured that when he finally decided to fall in love, he'd fall in love with a little hellcat with her own agenda that didn't lend him any peace of mind?
Talk about feeling like Alice falling down a freaking rabbit hole. If his identity wasn't already weird enough, he now had to contend with pissed off spirits wanting to use his woman's body for their own mad revenge purposes. Good damned thing he wasn't going to be looking to the police for help on this one cause they'd lock both of them up faster than you could shake a stick... If not faster. Normal people really didn't take keenly to their sorts rocking their "head in the clouds" boats.
Sighing, Derek held his silence through her explanations and then rubbed his jaw. His eyes were dark with concern as he meet her gaze and leaned back on the dresser again. Crossing his arms over his chest, the shifter forced himself not to grab her and shake some sense into her because he knew by the sincerity in her voice, she truly felt this was something she had to do.
For long moments, he simply thought about what she had said before he spoke because he knew that any opposition on his part would probably send her into a flying rage and have her kicking his ass to the curb. Since that was the LAST thing he wanted to happen, he toned down his words as he remarked.
"If the spirit is so strong... why can't she appear to someone else? Why you? Surely she doesn't expect you to bring the killer to justice alone, does she? At the risk of sounding like an arrogant male, you ARE a woman and as capable of kicking ass as you no doubt are.... It seems to me that it would be better off grabbing the attention of someone better suited to tracking down the asshole."
Throwing up his hands to show he wasn't meaning anything bad by his words, he continued.
"I know you'll do whatever it is you feel you need to do but this is damned dangerous, love... If what you say is true, this bastard is sadistic and deranged. You don't know that he isn't wired up on some drug or what is going on in his pychotic mind.... I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried about this all.... Maybe you should get some help instead of going after it alone...."
Pushing away from his position, he moved towards her and hauled her against him. His brows furrowed as he gazed down at her and saw her wince with pain from the earlier ghost attack.
"You'll have to forgive me if it takes a bit for me to get used to this idea of spirits and them putting you in harms way.... Its my duty to protect you and it... disturbs me that I cant.... I don't want you hairing off to parts unknown without some sort of back up... Promise me that at least...."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Feb 13, 2010 0:15:47 GMT -5
With a sigh, Ilani sat up Indian style, toying with the sheet beneath her. “I know it’s dangerous, and hell if I don’t wanna hand it off to someone else. I’ve always hated these…gifts; they’ve been nothing but trouble. And, as you know, I have enough of that in my life just by being me.”
She shook her head, fidgeting a bit as she struggled to put her thoughts into words. It wasn’t like she hated being able to talk to ghosts, but the hardships that they forced her to see, and all of the pain, blood, death, sorrow…
Man, there was enough chaos in her own life, without having to share someone else’s. Call her selfish, but if a girl’s idea of a good night is managing to get through an opening without having to look at some transparent person, wailing that they can’t find their kids, something was definitely up. And, to boot, it never helped that, more often than not, the ghosts that hunted her down were to involved in their own Afterworldly needs that they never stopped to think about her. About how she might be feeling after getting hot coffee poured in her lap, after telling a grieving widow that her dead husband was in the room? Not to mention getting spat on, yelled at, and the ever present religious maniacs who thought she was a witch (a girl had to love New Orleans).
Oh no, they were only interested in when they could move on to another life. The biotches…heck, nah, she wasn’t bitter at all!
“I don’t know what it is,” She went on, running a finger over the koi tattoo on her ankle. “but it’s like…whenever a ghost finds me, they just…attach, like some kind of weird ass, annoying mold. They say that they can’t ‘see’ anyone else like me- ‘cause, supposedly, I have some kind of freaky-deaky aura thing going on that makes me a really hot homing beacon- and that they’re almost compelled to stay. And it’s the same for me; whenever I come into contact with a ghost, I just have to make the effort to help them. I can ignore it, but in the end, I always give into it. It’s like…an itch that won’t go away until you scratch the hell outta it. Cash- he’s a ghost who’s been around since I was a kid- likes to say it’s my “Divine Duty,” but I’m thinking that the Moonbloods got themselves some kind of annoying curse that fried my brain when I was a baby.”
With a snort, she shook her head, a slightly bitter smile on her face. “Get help? Baby, I don’t trust anybody to wash the downstairs bathroom, forget letting them near me when I’m in ‘please don’t possess me’ mode. Other than you, my brother, one very unlucky ex-boyfriend and Detective Jack, nobody knows what I can do. I prefer it that way. And anyway…I am asking for help. I’m asking you…’cause truthfully, there isn’t anyone else that I want watching my back.”
As the words came out of her mouth, she knew that they were true. Somehow, the sexy club owner-turned sexy shifter had wormed his way into her life in ways that she never knew a guy could worm. And especially now, with his shifting abilities and the fact that he could see her Casper friends? Man, she hoped that she wasn’t being unfair, because she wanted him. Huge ass step for her ‘one night stand preference’ or no, it was the truth.
She let loose a surprised yelp as she was hauled off the bed, but once she met that wall of muscle, the noise instantly became something like a purr. Looping her arms around his waist, she nuzzled her face into the curve of his neck. “I’m going to ignore the implications of the word ‘duty,’” She informed his shoulder. “because you smell so good, you’ve got to be illegal in some states. But…I promise I won’t do anything stupid. At least, I’ll try not to.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Feb 17, 2010 10:46:21 GMT -5
Likehis mama had always told him, there were times a wise man knew what battles to pick and which ones to let go. Althought he didn't understand this whole ghost thing, Derek figured that the least he could do was accept that it was something that Lani had no control over and go with the flow.
Not that it would be easy, by any means, but he knew there were safe guards he could employ that she would hopefully never suspect and he had a council of shifters that he could appeal to for help keeping an eye on. He had a feeling that the Kincaid himself would even see to it that Lani was watched over in the event that Derek himself was called away. With that in mind, he let his woman distract them both in more pleasurable ways.
"You best remember that promise then or I'll be locking you up so that you can't get hurt." he growled at her before lifting her up so that her legs could wrap around him. "Now... How about we put this aside for now and move on to better things? Mainly... You and a bottle of whipped cream? I think we've had enough serious talk for today...."
Grinning wickedly, he toppled her backwards and followed her down. The rest of the afternoon was spent romping in the sheets and a distinct absence of ghosts made it all the more enjoyable.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Feb 25, 2010 22:10:01 GMT -5
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