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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 1, 2011 22:54:27 GMT -5
Jack had a nice apartment. It was one of those high end suites - it had an upstairs loft, large master bedroom with a balcony, a full kitchen, living room, and an office. He was a doctor, therefore, of course he had a nice place to live. It was furnished in a rather modern way, with a lot of space conservation, though managed to be comfortable enough. The darkly stained hardwood floors and white walls with various pieces of art gave the whole place a kind of classic but contemporary feel. Jack liked it, as well as most of his visitors.
He had invited the shifter, whose name he had finally learned in full, Morrigan Frost, back to his apartment to check her out - medically speaking. She had sustained a few scrapes and cuts when she attacked the guard, and being the good samaritan that Jack was, he wanted to make sure she'd be okay. After stepping out into the hall from the elevator, Jack unlocked the door and entered, gesturing for the girl to come in. She was surely younger than him, but it didn't seem to be by too much. She was attractive, but he had decided that long before. It wasn't too incredibly often that Jack managed to bring a girl home and not have the primary goal be sex. He was to make sure her face was okay, and that was all. Right.
"I think you gave him something to remember you by," Jack smirked after closing his door. "My uh, office is this way." He wasn't sure what she'd think of his office / lab area, but hopefully she wouldn't jump to any brash conclusions. He was anti-SHIFT, one hundred percent, but he could see how someone, especially a shifter, could take the microscopes and various computer equipment as something else entirely. But there were no test subjects, and what Jack was doing on his own time was completely humane and legal. He had a small hoard with boxes of medical supplies inside the room, which was what he would need now. "Take a seat anywhere, wherever," he gestured to one of the chairs behind a computer screen and went to retrieve a first aid kit.
371, FOR MORRIGAN. >D
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 1, 2011 23:38:36 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 748, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES: got a little carried away Morrigan followed him quietly out of the elevator and down the hall to his room, feeling slight cowed by her surroundings - the money she payed for her rent probably wouldn't be enough to pay for his doorknob, let alone afford her this luxury. And he hadn't even showed her his room yet. And not only that, well...she had been with her fair share of guys, but none of them could claim to be as handsome as Jack, nor could they boast that they had gotten her into their room within a couple of hours of first meeting her. And yet here she was treading along behind someone she barely knew, preparing to enter his room and do god-knows-what. The young, careless, freaky part of her body was turned on by it, but the more mature half of her was scolding her every step of the way. What if he had porn all over the place? What if he was a serial killer and had bodies hidden inside the mattress? Wait, why was she even thinking about his mattress? Shut the fuck up, you're being ridiculous.
He unlocked his door (she studied every movement he made with his steady hands, taking thousands of snapshots in her mind) and opened it, motioning that she should enter. And so she did, walking calmly over the threshold and into his apartment. Her stomach, on the other hand, was doing somersaults as she observed the place; balcony, kitchen, living room. Hardwood floors polished to such a shine, they looked as though they belonged in a commercial about cleaning supplies. Art hung delicately on the pristine white walls, giving the whole place a classy, gentle atmosphere. Yeah, she was pretty sure she could pay her rent for the rest of her life, and still not cough up enough to pay for this place. She made to chew her lip nervously but instantly regretted it. The barely-scabbed cut tore open and began bleeding again. Frustrated, she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. Stupid guard. Stupid SHIFT. Stupid perfect apartment with the perfect man to match and everything.
The door closing made her jump slightly, and he brushed past her lightly, commenting lightly on their encounter with the guard as he led her to his office. Holding her hand up to her lip still, her reply was slightly muffled, but still managed to convey a cheeky air. "I think I did too. People say that I leave impressions on others." She followed him willingly enough - his apartment wasn't something out of the Adam's Family, so she felt as though he was normal. But the minute she crossed into his office, she hesitated, eying the equipment nervously; after the release, she had gone to high school like everyone else and taken the usual chemistry classes, and had thus become a little desensitized towards scientific objects. But she hadn't seen one in about five years, and it still brought back memories that, while not altogether awful, were ones she'd prefer to keep in her past. She settled for giving them a wide berth where she could, increasing her pace to stick closely to Jack's body. She didn't have anything to worry about. Jack was as anti-SHIFT as they came. She chewed her lip again and...dang. She needed to find a new bad habit.
She took a seat in a chair and watched him walk away, admiring - no, not admiring, observing - the way he moved. The cat in her could respect the way he walked with that fluid grace the few people naturally possessed. And that's where it ended. Nothing to do with her at all. But yeah, who was she kidding; she'd wanted to jump his bones from the minute he had sprung from the shadows in the tunnels, all full of cool confidence and strength. But she was here now to be taken care of, and that was that. It was so nice of him to have been concerned for her, and she took the opportunity to voice her gratitude. "Thank you for bringing me up here and helping me out." She looked around the room, her appreciation of the lab, and the intelligence it took to work in one, weighing out her initial distrust of the things inside of it. It was a place she felt not many people would take someone they barely knew, and was appreciative of the trust he openly placed in her.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 2, 2011 18:30:13 GMT -5
It was true that a lot of Jack's equipment was related to his job as a doctor. Though it was used for human research just as much as researching those with shifter genes. Medically, there were many different issues with shifters that were unique to each of their specific genus'. Some didn't respond well to human medication and therefore, doctors needed to come up with alternatives. Jack used much of his lab equipment for this type of research, along with official clinical trials through the hospital, to make medical advancements for the new portion of society. There was a thought that he revisited from time to time, however, that was simply reverting a shifter's genes, or making it so that that genes did not pass on to their offspring, thus making things less complicated.
He looked back toward her for a second as she spoke, noticing that her lip had begun bleeding once again. He hoped that it wasn't so deep that she would need stitches, but if she did indeed need them, he could take care of it. Jack noticed her hesitation as she noticed his equipment, but didn't say anything until he'd found his first aid kit. "Don't worry about it," he said, walking back over to where she sat, and then placed the kit on the counter top next to her. "I'm a doctor, so it's really no problem." He began going through the kit, pulling out some hydrogen peroxide for her cuts and scrapes, along with a few cotton swabs. "This might sting a little," he said, pulling up a chair to sit in front of her and then got to work with cleaning her wounds.
It was convenient that he basically had to stare at her face, because if he hadn't been working on it, he'd probably stare anyway. He wasn't sure if there was sexual tension coming from the both of them, or if it was one sided. "Your lip might need stitches if it doesn't stop bleeding." It was still up in the air, but it seemed like as long as she didn't bother it, it was okay. When he got done with her cuts, he'd have to assess the situation a bit better.
371, sorry this is so crappy. D:
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 2, 2011 19:14:14 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 677, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES: obby >D She was in love with his voice. When he set the first aid kit on the table next to her and spoke, he was in such close proximity that it rumbled straight through her. Her hands fisted in the material of her skirt as she fought to keep still and not fidget nervously. But, unfortunately, there was no hiding her flushed skin - she'd just have to hope he didn't notice. Fat chance of that; he, after all, had managed to follow her through the tunnels with little to no problems, so his eyes were obviously fairly sharp. Besides, as a doctor, it was his job to recognize signs of fever or illness - some of which, unfortunately, happened to coincide with a symptoms of a person who was irrevocably, undeniably turned on. She felt her face grow warmer and cast her eyes downward with a slight clearing of her throat, shifting in her seat.
The sound of a chair being scraped across the floor drew her attention again, and she looked up in time to see him sliding gracefully into place in front of her, peroxide and cotton swabs in hand. She was faced with a predicament as he sat down - he obviously had to be pretty close to her to see what he was doing, and her legs were kind of in the way - so did she spread them apart to make room, or push them together so his legs could go on either side of her? She turned the color of a tomato - obviously, option one didn't seem to be the best of ideas, what with her being in a skirt and all among...other things. So she squeezed her legs together as he sat, allowing him to move close enough to touch her face. The intimacy of their position - his face mere inches away from her own, and his hands getting ready to descend upon it - was not lost on her. She had two options; continue playing the ridiculous, embarrassed role of the snow white virgin, which she was currently killing at the moment, or she could take advantage of his closeness to do something incredibly devious and sexy.
"This might sting a little."
Holy...he needed to quit his current job and become a late-night host of some randy radio station that catered to the needs of pathetic single women like her. That voice did things to people. Her mouth went dry, and her tongue (of it's own accord, I swear!) slid along her upper lip slowly. Her subconscious celebrated - although her Jack-fogged brain was rather slow on the uptake, she had just pulled off her devious action for the night, which hopefully would be followed by another. And another and another...from the way her hands were twisting her skirt, the wrinkles wouldn't come out even if God himself came down to iron it. She willed them to stop.
It did sting. She set her jaw in a tight grimace as the peroxide did its work. What a bittersweet moment - here she was, getting her face fondled by the most attractive man on earth, but it hurt like hell. Oh well - she'd take it. But it wasn't damn fair - he had an excuse to stare unabashedly at her face while he worked, but she couldn't use the same excuse that he had. As the soaked cotton slid across her skin, bringing with it the occasional pain, her eyes flicked around the lab, but there were lab instruments everywhere. Uncomfortable with staring at them, she settled on staring at Jack's chin, which, although very sexy in it's own right, wasn't nearly as much of a turn-on as staring at his mouth or into his eyes. Of course, the minute she thought about looking into his eyes, she was overwhelmed with the crazy desire to do it. And so she did, looked up at him from under her lashes, her own dark eyes meeting his green ones curiously, and with an expression of almost-deviancy.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 2, 2011 20:22:23 GMT -5
Jack didn't usually allow people into his home so easily, unless of course he had met them at a bar and they had a mutual idea to fulfill somewhere with a bed. He didn't have a large amount of friends from the city, though he'd been living here for longer than a year. There were colleagues and the people that he occasionally came into contact with more than once, but no one to get together with casually. Then again, Jack supposed the one night stands could be considered casual, but he never went back to the same girl twice. He wasn't the kind of guy who formed attachments.
Morrigan was... she was sitting in front of him, looking a bit flushed in color, but Jack took the modest route and figured it was simply her body reacting to the few scrapes on her face. The doctor quite liked what he saw, even though she was a bit cut up, it made her look seductively rough around the edges. Back in the tunnel, when she had attacked the guard, he couldn't help but become more and more attracted to her - first because of her appearance, and then because of her confidence and determination. Some shifters were like that though, a little extra wild. Some were hard to tame, and didn't fit in so well with society, but Morrigan didn't seem to be fighting with her animalistic side - she simply used it to her advantage against the man.
He began sanitizing her wounds with the cotton swab, slowly so that he didn't cause her to jerk away if it stung too much. Though his primary focus was her cuts, his green eyes flickered to look at hers every few moments or so. The man couldn't deny that he was incredibly attracted to her, but he didn't want to make things awkward. After all - he was there to help, not to jump her and commence in some unspeakable acts right there in his lab.
He fell quiet as he worked, taking his time, and when he was just about done he noticed that when he looked at her eyes, she was looking back. He leaned back some and tossed the cotton swab he had been using into the garbage, breaking eye contact for only a second. There was definitely sexual tension now, he could feel it in his chest almost as if he was magnetized to her. "Let's see your lip now," Jack said, leaning closer to her again, this time though, he lifted a hand to gently touch the side of her face, his thumb then lightly tracing across her bottom lip, eyes locked on hers.
447, >D
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 2, 2011 21:51:19 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 738, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:figured that if I slowed things down a bit, we'd still have somewhere to go a post from now xD Morri was no stranger to men, not with legs and a chest like hers. She got plenty of come-ons from some of the more unsavory bar-goers, who she could usual chase off simply by telling them of her heritage. But no matter what they looked like, no matter how drunk they were or how depressed they were or how married they were, the ones who asked always had the same expression, the same look in their eyes that turned the tables on her; if she was a feline who hunted rats, these men were hounds with a taste for cat. She didn't like when she was sized up like some conquest. She understood that, for the most part, one-night stands were one-night stands with no attachment, but that didn't mean that the guy couldn't have a little class about him. The way Jack looked at her reminded her of those men, except she didn't find herself recoiling in disgust or rejection. Class. She liked it.
He tossed the used swab into the nearest garbage can before turning back to her. She offered him a small smile, careful not to split her lip open again (especially since it had just stopped bleeding). Jack turned to her again and reached for her face, but this time, he was not armed with solution. One hand cupped the swollen, irritated skin of her cheek, but he was gentle enough that it didn't do more than give a twinge of protest. Gentleness. Class. His mouth was moving again, but she was much more concerned with what his other hand was doing, coming up slowly to touch her skin. At first, she thought that maybe he had brought the other hand up to hold her head steady so he could look at her mouth (aha! another unfair situation in which he was free to ogle her as much as he wanted. suspicious, yes?), but that wasn't so. Instead of touching her skin, he brought the pad of his thumb across her lower lip, and like his other hand, his touch was light enough to be felt, but not enough to inflict pain. Tenderness. Class...
He had leaned closer, still tracing a pattern across her mouth with his finger, his eyes locked onto hers and not letting her go. She mirrored him, leaning forward a fraction. Her hair, still slightly mussed from the scuffle, fell forward from where it had been swept over her shoulder, curtaining her face. A few wayward strands brushed against his face too, so close was he to her. So close. Close enough that if she leaned forward and maybe craned her neck out just so, he'd be close enough to kiss. But how close was too close? Did this count as being too close? Did being able to count every eyelash that fanned across his soft eyes count as being too close? Well, obviously, yes that did count as being too close, but she was already there. But was she ready to be so close? With other men, she had clear boundaries, clear stipulations, clear warning signs. Each party typically knew what they other wanted before they took to satisfying their needs. But what was her deal with Jack? What did he want? What did she even want? She sighed quietly and raised her hand to hold the one of his that was on her mouth and brought it down to her lap, pinning it there.
"That's enough, doctor," she said softly, but she let her own fingers swirl briefly over the palm of his hand in a teasing motion to take the sting out of her words. "I..." There were many ways she could finish that sentence. I think I should leave, was the first thing that came to mind. Or maybe, I want to know exactly what we're playing at, here. And then the ever-popular, I have to go to the bathroom, but I'm really going to climb out the fire escape, peace. She chickened out of saying any of these things, instead looking around the lab with feigned interest. "You say you're a doctor. But what do you do, exactly? Anesthesia, neurology?" She really wished she could stand up and walk around, at least to give her a way to vent this more nervous energy, but the source of her current excitement/anxiety was currently in her way, one knee on either side of her legs. Typical.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 3, 2011 16:07:25 GMT -5
The doctor had to admit, liked the way things were going. He'd been pretty busy lately with work, taking on-call shifts and whatnot over the last few weeks or so, mainly because he needed more to keep him occupied, but this was proving to be a nice afternoon off. He had witnessed a shifter attack a SHIFT guard, he got to fire his gun, and now he had an attractive girl in his lab; all of these things were not something that happened on a daily basis, and certainly not all in such an orderly sequence. Jack didn't mind it though - not in the slightest.
Jack wasn't oblivious to the tension that was exuding from the both of them, and though they'd just met, he felt like they had something of an understanding for each other. They both obviously didn't like SHIFT, and she recognized his desire and ability to help her with her minor injuries. Though the doctor had decided he wanted her, he wasn't the kind of guy who acted upon such things unless the other party wanted the same thing. First though, he'd have to approach the subject, and a bit of harmless flirting, therefore, was absolutely necessary. It was his blatant intention to get that across with the way he looked at her while his thumb traced ever so lightly across her lower lip.
She took the hint
Sadly, though, she paused from leaning closer him and brought his hand down from her face. Jack couldn't help but to smirk at her, the draw-back being softened by her touching his palm. She started again, but stopped at 'I...' He leaned back again slightly, then began to stand as she spoke, seemingly having changed her mind about what she was going to say earlier. Jack began moving his chair back to where it had been before, "I'm a trauma surgeon." He spent a lot of his time in the ER, on call, and was always the first person that people turned to when an ambulance came in. Jack turned, the smirk that was on his face earlier had disappeared and was replaced with a stoic one. He leaned against one of the lateral beams as he watched her, wondering if they were both going to have to pretend the sexual tension didn't exist anymore.
390, he's not quite yet about to spill the beans.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 5, 2011 9:23:34 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 539, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:sucks That cavalier smirk brought fire to her cheeks again, and she released his hand swiftly, folding her own two over her lap, fingers laced together so tightly her knuckles where white. He leaned back again, and she almost regretted stopping his progress; his closeness had been welcome, and without the heat of his body, she felt colder than she should have. But it had been a necessary ceasefire, as this whole...situation was nothing they had discussed previously. She had come up here to be looked at and nothing else. Well, her mind purred, there is still plenty of you left for him to look at, isn't there? Her lips twitched slightly at the private thought, but she quickly stamped it out nonetheless. Thinking like that didn't bode well for the controlled atmosphere she was trying to maintain. Such as not pouncing on him and taking him to the floor in the next five seconds. It was harder than you would think.
He moved back and Morrigan stood up quickly, grateful to be on her feet again. She turned her back to him to saunter slowly through the rows of equipment, letting her hand reach out to delicately brush against some of the more interestingly-shaped glass tubes, her fingers trailing lightly over each curve. Some were filled, and others were empty. She bent down at the waist to peer curiously into a vial containing a pale, opalescent substance; it reminded her of ice. It looked pretty; she wanted to touch it to see if it felt as cool as it looked, but her own experience with labs gave her the common sense to know that it was never wise to stick your hand into an unknown substance and expect good things to happen. She settled for giving it a light tap - the thin liquid inside rippled for a moment, but then stilled. Disinterested now, Morri straightened up again and turned back around to face Jack, only to find him leaning against one of the beams, looking for all like a heroine's main love interest from a soap opera.
So he worked in the ER...that was interesting. Morrigan didn't have a problem causing pain. Attacking the SHIFT guard had given her a thrill she hadn't felt in months, and it was one she welcomed and didn't feel much guilt over. But she didn't think she could always subject herself to being surrounded by it. She was fairly healthy, and so didn't have very much reason to frequent hospitals other than the yearly physical required by her workplace, but every time she went in, it depressed her. People sitting in waiting rooms, coughing like they were going to hack up a lung, sick babies crying because they couldn't do anything else, the poor things. And they always had that smell. The scent of death and illness that workers attempted to mask with a cloying layer of disinfectants. A shudder passed through her. Hospitals were terrifying places. She looked at jack curiously with wide eyes. "Does it ever bother you?" She asked, noticing that his smirk was gone and had been replaced with a stoic mask. "Being a trauma surgeon, I mean. Doesn't being around so much death suffocate you?"
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 5, 2011 15:21:33 GMT -5
Jack didn't let a whole lot get to him. That was why he was a doctor, a surgeon to be precise. Surgeons had to have the ability to distance themselves from patients, and to be able to deal with the failures. He had to be able to cope with the fact that sometimes there wasn't anything he could do to help, and he had to deal with the deaths. His ability to let it go and move on may have stemmed from his father's death when he was a child, but Jack wasn't so sure. In retrospect, he figured it was helpful to his profession that he could manage the losses, but he would have liked to have his dad back in exchange for the insensitivity any day.
Jack watched Morrigan as she wandered and looked at his laboratory equipment. He knew she wasn't going to break anything, and stayed where he was leaning against the support beam. Her words kind of surprised him - he'd expected something more along the lines of 'oh, so you're a day to day life saver' or 'so you fix up the people that need miracles?' But Morrigan Frost seemed to be someone full of surprises. She wasn't the average girl, he realized, which intrigued him. "Sometimes," he admitted with a sigh, "But there's also life. Saving someone... it has the ability to make all the stale air of death become fresh." If only for a little while, though. "I'm pretty good at what I do," Jack said.
All it took was the conscious decision to remain professional, do everything you can, and then, if the patient lives or dies, deliver the news to the family with sincerity. It was true that being around so many sick or hurt people could weigh a person down, even a doctor, but Jack dealt with it. He was good at what he did. He was professional. He was sincere. And he knew when to keep his distance.
331, herpderp.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 5, 2011 21:33:13 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 508, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:it's up to you now xD Morrigan stared at him; though she had long deduced that there was much more time him than a pretty face and a rockin' body, his answer had been more...poetic than she had expected. Not that she thought he was crude, no. It was just, most men had a thing for short, brisk answers. They would never be able to spit out "make all the stale air of death become fresh" without someone prompting them first. So to hear it falling from his mouth was...unexpected. Not baffling or astounding, but definitely not what she would have thought he would say. Not only that, but it had also given her a faint insight into his personality; he liked saving people. So whatever his other activities suggested (obviously, no innocent man was that good at turning someone on, nor did good boys go wandering down dark, abandoned tunnels on someone's trail), he was obviously a good person. Someone that she would feel good in trusting. And yet...his medical background made her feel edgy. Shallow as it may have sounded, she didn't know how long she could stand to be in a relationship with someone who constantly tinkered with lab equipment. It just felt wrong.
Of course, no one ever said I had to have a relationship to begin with, she told herself dryly with a stubborn shake of her head. Her mind was always so ahead of her sometimes, telling her to do things, and she'd be halfway doing them before she really realized what she was doing. Of course, in this case, it would be nice to just listen to her mind for once, which was currently commanding her to rip off Jack's clothes, but she remained wary. Jack felt different; they had, brief though it was, been on the same side, fought against the same enemy. They had helped each other. He wasn't just another guy who had happened to wander into the bar and share her needs. She felt as though it would be a crime to treat him as coolly as she treated those men, with an air of detachment, almost business-like. But, at the same time, trying to establish a relationship may be dangerous. As she had thought before, guys don't turn women on by being innocent; he was probably a womanizer, and expecting him to be committed to her felt like too much to hope for. Even she had the sense to know that. A wave of exhaustion spilled over her; she was tired of trying to control the situation. It felt like more trouble than it was worth. She eyed him from across the room; if she didn't want to handle, then it was up to him to dictate where they went from here.
And so the dark-haired shifter walked back towards him, her feet tapping quietly on the hard floor. When she was close enough to comfortably chat, she paused, and mirrored his position, leaning casually on the counter of the lab. "So, what do you want to do now?"
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