Demon Touch

After half an hour Caelen’s shouts grew weak, apparently the drug hadn’t worn off enough for him to temper his reactions. Elliot was pacing, trying to understand why there was a lump in her throat, and why she wanted to scream every time the assassin made a noise.

When the door finally opened Caelen fell to the ground, groaning, half conscious.

Elliot was on him immediately, not noticing his arms were bound in front of him with a length of rope. His mouth was bleeding, and there was a dark stain spreading on the right side of his shirt. She knelt next to him, pulling up his shirt to see a shallow cut running the length of his side. She breathed a sigh of relief, but ran gentle fingers down it just to be sure it didn’t run too deep.

Caelen hissed and arched his back, his eyes opening slightly.

Without thinking, Elliot brought one hand up to brush dark hair from his temple in a comforting gesture. “I’m sorry, Locke. I’ve got to make sure you’re not dying, okay?” One hand stayed at his temple while the other continued to probe the long line of drying blood. When she looked back up at him he was biting his lip in a wince.

Elliot tried to suppress a laugh. “You know, you’re lips are in bad enough shape without you chewing more holes in them.” Gingerly, she adjusted so she could scan his face for further wounds. His eyes followed her silently, an odd expression on his face. She chalked it up to the drug still keeping its hold on him, his eyes were somewhat dilated.

His bottom lip was slightly swollen, blood drying on his chin. She ran her thumb across his bottom lip, checking to see if stitches were needed. At least that’s what she told herself. His eyes fell closed and a sigh escaped his lips.

It was the drug, it had to be, he didn’t seem the sort to sigh. She was shaking and about to pull away when Locke’s hands, still bound, found her wrists, pulling her down so her face was inches from his.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but his eyes strayed to her mouth where Elliot realized, she was worrying her bottom lip…again.

Caelen made an almost helpless sound in his throat and put a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her the last inches to him. He leaned his forehead against hers, eyes burning. “You’re not helping,” he ground out.

The growl sent shivers up Elliot’s spine and a small whimper escaped her lips.

“Fuck,” Locke said, and his lips brushed hers. Gentle at first, testing, teasing, finding the exact spot she’d been chewing on and running his tongue along it.

Elliot was frozen, a mantra inside her head kept telling her that he wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for his delirious condition. But the electric shocks that were flying through her body were telling her not to care. She kept her hands firmly planted on either side of his shoulders, but allowed her head to tilt, allowing Caelen better access to her lips. When he bit her bottom lip lightly, she couldn’t force back a tiny groan before she pulled away, standing abruptly.

He was drugged, and confused, and she was not about to allow her body to get the best of her. She fished in her pocket for another cigarette. If she stayed away from him, he would pass out until the drug wore off. He was bound, it would be-

A growl sounded in behind her and suddenly his unbound arms were around her, turning her around to face him. She dropped the search for a smoke and found herself pressed up against the assassin, his lips finding hers again. One hand found the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair.

He tasted like smoke and blood, and the intensity with which he kissed her was making her head spin. Electric shocks spread over every inch of her that he touched, and with their bodies flush against one another, there wasn’t much he wasn’t touching.

Caelen was starting to come back to his senses, the drug finally wearing off. When he realized what he was doing, nibbling on the psychic’s bottom lip, he almost pulled back, in shock. But then he felt ten fingers running their way up his back and heard a small mewling in the back of the girl’s throat and ended up pulling her closer instead. He threw caution out the window and kissed her soundly, delving his tongue deep, tasting her, making her whimper. She squirmed against him, pinned between his strong hand and his waist.

Fingernails traced the planes of muscle along his back, fingers laced themselves through his hair, being oddly careful of the head wound he’d gotten earlier.

Head wound. Captured. Priorities. Focus.

Caelen was about to pull away, for real this time, when she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, and pulled lightly on the hair at the back of his head. “Fuck,” he growled into her mouth. His hands landed on her hips and squeezed, wanting desperately to lift her into his arms, wrap her legs around his waist…

He groaned, stopping his train of thought and pushed her back enough so he could look her in the eye.

Elliot felt like she’d been slapped in the face when he pulled away. Not only did the swimming in her head subside enough for her to realize exactly what she’d been doing, but she saw in his eyes, that he was officially sober. She’d been very close to stripping a bleeding and drugged assassin of his clothing and shagging him rotten on a dirt floor of a makeshift cell. Elliot silently wondered who’d stolen her brain.

Caelen’s hands were still resting on her hips, lightly stroking the hollows of her hip bones. She fought a tremble that threatened to make itself known, trying not to overanalyze what just happened. If all went well, then she could forget about it by next week.

“We need to get out of here, Tate,” he said.

She nodded, averting her gaze, ignoring the glow that emanated from his eyes. His breathing was erratic, as was hers. She needed to be out of his arms. She pushed away, gently, and smiled at him. “Okay, what do we do?”

He pulled out one of those wicked smirks. Elliot wondered if he practiced them in the mirror, or if there was a class for sexy assassins somewhere. “I will get us out of here, you just follow me.”

AN: Hey, if you\'re this far, thanks for reading! If you like the story I need a little advice - I don\'t know if I want to go into how they escape - or go directly to after the escape. See, I have some of the scenes that come later on written - but right here I\'m a little stuck. Let me know what you think, I adore reviewers. ;)