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Something about the roses made Claire feel a little more hope in this place than she had since the snow had arrived. She had quickly gathered the snow up and tested it in hers and Myrnin's lab. Strange that the components of said snow were like nothing she had ever seen before. But it was gone now and she was grateful for that. Maybe, given what she knew of the snow, she should have been more careful about gathering up the roses she has and carrying them into the bookstore. But she wasn't careful.

Instead, Claire cuts the stems small and puts them in extra coffee mugs on the checkout counter and on the various tables and other flat surfaces scattered about. She puts them in the windows and along the stairs leading up and up to the other floors of the book store. Then she gets to work.

However, after a few hours Claire closes Subtext early. As the day wore on, all she could think about was getting home to the apartments and to Myrnin. She has no true purpose in getting home to him. But it's something she feels she needs to do. Maybe, once she's there, she'll know why she needs to see him. Along the way, she picks even more roses and gathers them up, carrying them into the apartment building and leaving some at the automated front desk. Then she goes up to the apartment she shares with Myrnin.

"Myrnin!" She calls out. "Home early! Hardly anyone was checking out or buying books." Yes, that's the best excuse for her being home now and not later.

ooc: Subtext, like most of Itinere, is a sentient bookstore. If your muse is thinking of a book, it will somehow appear before them. However, they are free to peruse the shelves as well. Claire is cursed, of course, and she'll only have eyes for Myrnin. But she will be as helpful as possible before she skedaddles on out of there. A description of Subtext is HERE.

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Myrnin doesn't get out much during the day (obviously). Sure, he can put on a wide brimmed hat and a long leather trench coat along with sunscreen, but it's never terribly comfortable to be outside even when he is completely covered up. However, he'd seen the clover and the roses when he'd gone walking the night before, but he hadn't picked any of them, hadn't brought any of them home. He'd been pre-occupied with the logistics of the doors set into the wall, the doors that he and Claire and every other person in Itinere stepped through.

When Claire arrives home early, he's still working with those logistics, but he's not quite as obsessed with them. "In the lab!" Myrnin calls down to Claire. "Come on up. I've something to show you!"

She hears his voice from upstairs and something swells inside of her, excitement, maybe. She takes the stairs two at a time, speaking as she does. "I think everyone's too busy enjoying the nice day to come into the bookstore right now. It's kind of gorgeous outside. Have you seen it?"

Entering the lab in their apartment, she finds Myrnin and smiles. Finally. She couldn't have gotten here to see him soon enough and now that she was here and he was here and they were occupying the same space, all was right with the world. "Been working on something?"

Myrnin looks up with an amused look on his face. "I haven't quite noticed. I supposed we could take a walk though if you'd like." He can put on his wide brimmed hat, his sunscreen and his long coat. Her excitement is contagious; it makes Myrnin smile, removes his focus a bit from what he was doing to Claire herself.

"Indeed," he nods. "I've been assuming that teleports would work on the same sort of frequencies that Morganville works on, but I don't think that's true. I'm looking at lower frequencies here."

"No here is fine." Outside meant she had to share Myrnin with people. Right now Claire wanted him all to herself. She moves closer to him, linking her arm with his once she's beside him. But she doesn't look at his work, rather than looking up at him, her eyes wide and bright.

"So they're not as easy to detect as what we work with in Morganville." Really, Myrnin is the smartest person she knows. She's struck by that fact more so right now than she usually is. Smart is sexy.

He doesn't yet grasp Claire's reluctance to share him. He knows that Claire has been a little conflicted in her emotions and feelings for him even before they were here, but he's unaware that anything has changed today. He can be oblivious when he gets involved in his work. His brow furrows at the way she's watching him. Her pupils are dilated and her heart is beating a bit harder than usual. This line of thought completely distracts him from his work and from what they're doing. He reaches out to take her wrist, thumb pressing against her pulse point there.

"Your heart is beating faster than usual." Yes, he knows how many beats per minute her heart usually beats both at resting and waking. "Your pupils are dilated. Are you quite certain you're all right?" He's concerned and intrigued and he absolutely did not hear what she said about the teleports.

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When he takes her wrist she smiles excitedly. Because he's touching her. Normally, Claire would be much more guarded about her emotions and her thoughts. Right now she just can't help but react to Myrnin in every way. He is her orbit and she's revolving around him completely and wholly.

"You know you're kind of beautiful. Sometimes the weird clothes distract from that, but... you're beautiful and smart." She says. "I mean, I know some people think smart is geeky but I think it's kinda hot."

He can practically smell the change in her mood once he takes her wrist. He tilts his head to her and tugs her over to a small couch in the lab, pulling her down to sit on it with him.

"This is fascinating," he says with a wide smile, watching her eyes, still cataloguing all the changes in her in his mind. "You are fascinating, My Dear. Personally, I've always found intelligence incredibly attractive. To put it in your terms, your brain is quite 'hot'. Tell me, My Dear. Just how long have you been harboring these thoughts?"

Claire easily moves with him because he's still touching her and that just makes her kind of giddy. Also, that stupid smile is still a staple on her lips. She can't seem to get rid of it.

Once on the couch, she scoots impossibly close to him. Because who wouldn't want to be close to Myrnin? If anyone else were to try though, she would kill them. He's hers. "Is fascinating a pretty thing? I want you to think I'm pretty like I think you're pretty." She tries to think of how long she's been feeling this way, and that's a difficult question. Hasn't it always been like this?

"Always. Since... always." Or this morning. But who's really keeping track. "It feels like always. Do you want me too?"

Yes, Myrnin is wondering about that smile.

He gives her a curious look when she scoots close to him. He doesn't dislike it at all, but this isn't much like Claire and because of that, he's not sure how much he likes it. "Fascinating is a beautiful thing, Claire. It's the reason why I am what I am. I find beauty in fascinating things, in things that hold my interest and intrigue me." He leans in to take a deep breath of Claire. "You are quite pretty and you smell like roses."

It's not a terribly difficult question. He sighs and looks at her a bit sadly. "I'm rather afraid that's not quite the truth. I very much want you to. However, I'm not entirely sure this is of your own volitation."

"Of course it's of my own volition." She scoots impossibly closer (she'd probably be in his lap if she could feasibly get there) and wraps her arms up around his shoulders.

His words are ringing in her ears. He thinks she's beautiful and fascinating and pretty. He thinks she smells like roses. There was nothing wrong with that. Everything he said was the truth. Everything she said was the truth... or it felt like the truth to her. "What if I wanna be what you are? Then we could always. You know, since always and for always."

Yes, she just suggested he turn her.

Myrnin curls an arm around her shoulders. He really won't complain about her being closer. In fact, he's often thought of her being closer. He turns his head into her, his nose just brushing against her neck and takes a deep breath. He's just trying to see if he can smell any kind of drug.

However, at her words, he pulls back. There's a bit of fear in his eyes. "No. Claire. Absolutely not. No. I like you human." He picks up her wrist, trailing his finger along the vein on the inside of her wrist all the way to her elbow. "I like the way the blood rushes through her veins and I can hear your heartbeat pick up, beating so fast now. I like the way you smell alive and oh so young. No, I need you to be alive."

He's not opposed to the other bit though. "Always and always we'll discuss when always becomes more numbered."

She takes his nose against her neck as a green light and here she comes into his lap, knees straddling his thighs. She's just turned her head to kiss at his neck too when he pulls back to look at her. Why does he look afraid? There's no reason to be afraid. She wants this. Can't he see that?

The touch at her wrist is absolutely a tease, she thinks. His words must mean he wants her too. But she can't help but look disappointed. "What if I found another vampire? I could surprise you and you wouldn't even have to do it." She could be turned and then surprise Myrnin with always.

He doesn't stop her when she crawls in his lap. His hands rest on her hips. Yes, he can see that, that she wants it today. He's not lying though. He really does like her human.

It's not a tease. It's really not. It's Myrnin getting carried away and distracted by the blood rushing under her skin. Being this close to her is affecting him, both in the way she wants it to and in the way that she probably doesn't. He looks absolutely murderous at the idea of her finding another vampire. His hand closes tightly on her wrist.

"No. If anyone else touches you I will tear them from limb to limb." She might be obsessive today, but Myrnin is obsessive every day. "I like you human, Claire." He lifts her wrist to his lips and kisses it gently then scrapes his fangs ever so softly across the skin, making it the slightest bit red. "One of these days, we will change that, but for now I prefer you stay human. You've years for us to turn you into a vampire."

With that look on his face, she truly believes that Myrnin would tear another vampire limb from limb if they turned her. Even if she was having them do it for him so that he wouldn't have to and so she could be with him always. Even if everything about it was about him.

His lips on her wrist is a gesture she can feel all the way up her arm. Her breath catches in her throat. "But I want always now. I want to always be with you Myrnin. Can't you understand that?"

Her free hand reaches up to push back through his hair. "I want you." And it felt like she had always wanted him.

There's a part of Myrnin that has always known one day he would turn Claire whether it was to save her life or because he was selfish is still up for debate. However, whenever and how ever it happens, he will be the one to turn her. He refuses to allow anyone else to touch her.

"Of course," he murmurs, looking up at her and reaching up to push her hair away from her neck. "You're so very young. You should be older when I turn you into a monster. Patience, my dear. It will happen one day, but not today. Let me enjoy you as a human for a little while longer."

He closes his eyes as her hands move back through his hair. He takes a long, deep breath, inhaling the scent of her. "And I shan't stop you from having me if that's what you want."

Claire tries not to admit to thinking about it so much, about her mortality and his immortality. The only reason she had right now is because she wanted him to know how much she wanted to be with him forever. Suddenly it seemed so glaringly obvious a difference between them.

How could Myrnin enjoy her as human? She didn't understand it.

"It's what I want. More than anything. Myrnin, I want you more than my own life." Which is something Claire never would have said were she in her right mind. But she wasn't in her right mind. She just wants Myrnin. And this is when she leans in and kisses him, catching his lips with hers in a fervent kiss that speaks toward her desire for him.

Myrnin tries not to think too much about it either, but he is aware of it in every single one of her heartbeats. That morality is immensely appealing to him because of her blood, because of her brain, because of her warmth, because of her humanness. It's an undefinable quality that humans always lose when they become monsters whether they want to or not.

How could he not?

Myrnin is aware that Claire wouldn't say those words if she weren't affected some how. However, he's not human. He is a monster and when Claire kisses him like that and will he had to turn her away disappears. He kisses her as well, hands sliding to the small of her back to pull her closer to him.

Finally. She had this distinct impression of 'finally' when he returned her kiss and pulled her closer to him. Her lips part to invite him to deepen the kiss. And even if he doesn't, her tongue is pushing between his own lips, more forward and forceful that Claire had ever been with him.

Maybe if she can get even closer to Myrnin, he'll see why she needs to be like him, to be with him forever. She can prove to him that he needs her in the capacity of 'always'.

This is why she pulls her own tee up and off, leaning back long enough to do so, leaving her in her bra and jeans. Then her lips are on his again, just as fervent in their want as before.

Well, that's different, but in this moment entirely welcome. He tangles one hand up in her hair, trying to slow her down so that he can appreciate the way she tastes, the way she feels and smells. This is something that Myrnin has actually given some thought and he doesn't want it to be over far too soon.

Oh, he already sees that. He just doesn't want to do anything hasty and turn Claire into the monster that he is.

His brows raise at the way she pulls her shirt off and his eyes go a little glassy as he reaches out with one hand to trace his fingertips over the edge of her bra even as her lips meet his again and he returns the kiss, fangs descended of their own accord.

Claire can't get enough. All she can think is more, more, more... If only she can show him then he'll want her always. He'll need her like she needs him. And oh how she needs him. Claire needs him right now like she needs air to breathe.

She feels like she has a lot to compete with. Myrnin has known so many women. He's been around longer than she can even really fathom in its entirety. She's one tiny spec on the road map of his life.

It doesn't even register as a threat when she feels the sharpness of his fangs on her lips. That's just a part of him. If she loved him, she had to accept that. And right now, she wasn't afraid.

Myrnin's control isn't one of his more steadfast qualities. Right now, he's rapidly losing it. His morals are grey at best and they don't really allow him to consider that taking advantage of Claire's state of being is wrong.

Yup, not even considering that.

Yes, he's been around longer than she can fathom, longer than most humans can fathom and yes, he's known a good number of women in that time, but he's not thinking about any of them. All he's thinking about is Claire, about how she feels and tastes against him. How she'll give him everything right now and how he might very well take it.

No. Not everything.

He needs her human. Wants her human. She makes him more human. human.

His fangs slip ever so slightly, cutting the inside of her bottom lip a bit. He laps at the blood that beads there with his tongue, his hands trailing over her body.

Claire's main goal right now is to make Myrnin want her every bit as much as she wants him. She wants to entice him into giving her everything. Yes, even that. That, being turning her vampire. The possibility of sex is an afterthought to that.

Strange how that priority had shifted. But again, she doesn't give it much through beyond wanting Myrnin in every way.

His hands touching bare skin by themselves feel as if they need as much as she does. Her own hands are working his shirt open, button by button. This was new for them, this sort of touch and desire. And yet it feels right.

She gasps at that sting, the feel of his teeth breaking skin at her lips. Then she nods, deepening the kiss even more. Clearly she's telling him 'yes, drink'.

The thing is Myrnin has always wanted Claire. Well...he's wanted her for a good deal of their relationship. Yes, at first he simply wanted her for her brain, but it's been quite a long while since he's become quite attached to her as a living person, someone he enjoys spending time with and yes, most of the time he wants her for her brain still (it's a very attractive brain and Myrnin is absolutely saphosexual) but he has noticed how terribly attractive her physical being is as well even if most of the time Mynin is more interested in intellectual pursuits than physical ones.

Basically, he's thinking about sex with Claire, which will include biting her because he's a vampire. It won't including turning her because that's a very technical, delicate process that shouldn't be undertaken when one is distracted by anything at all. The feel of her hands against his chest is an entirely new and absolutely fascinating feeling. It makes him regret the fact that both of them are so terribly clothed right now.

He sucks at her bottom lip as his hands rest at her hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. "I've always found these ridiculous," he says when the kiss breaks, the taste of Claire's blood still in his mouth. "Skirts are a great deal more convenient."

Says the man still wearing his own pants.

It's possibly the worst (or the best, depending on how you look at it) thing Myrnin could have said to her. The minute he calls her jeans ridiculous, she sinks emotionally. She didn't want Myrnin to think she was ridiculous. She always wore jeans. Always. But she could change that. Logically, Claire knew you shouldn't try to change for someone. But it was Myrnin. It should also be noted that in her right mind, she wouldn't even consider changing for him.

But right now, she almost immediately climbs off of his lap. She tries not to cry as she opens the fly to her jeans and slides out of them, leaving her in her bra and underwear. "I'll find more skirts to wear. Promise."

And then she's back in his lap, no clothes, just her. Her arms wrap around his shoulders again. "Better? Not ridiculous?" Yes, she's seeking his approval in a way Claire so rarely does.

He hadn't meant to insult her, nor had he meant that she needed to change. It was a commentary on the current fashion trend.

When she climbs off his lap, he gives her a confused look, eyes narrowing a bit. He doesn't have time to really process what is going on or the implications of what is or isn't going on with Claire emotionally. It's been so long since he was human that he doesn't always understand humans or their emotions or the way they think.

However, once she's in his lap, he takes her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Don't you dare. Change, I mean. Not for me or anyone else, Claire. After all, you wouldn't be the girl I want to stick in a computer and keep forever if you changed."

Because that makes logical sense to him. Probably only to him, but...His free hand skirts along the curve of her waist while his other hand still holds her chin as he leans in to kiss her.

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