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Blood and Other Messy Things
Blood is thicker than water, and twice as hard to get out in the wash…it was also a damned pain in the neck.

“This coat is brand new!” Cody pulled the garment off of her, sighing. For some reason that she had not been able to figure out in over three hundred years, Cody Jean couldn’t fight without getting drenched in the stuff. “I feel like Carrie.”

“Who?” Danny only had a few blotches of the stuff, but he was still stripping off the things he was wearing, just in case someone came to his room. They had managed to slip back inside, using the same emergency exit they slipped out with. He unbuttoned his striped shirt and pulled it off, his bare chest still damp with sweat from the battle.

“Carrie…from the movie?” She tugged her sweater over her head, grimacing at the wetness and the slightly metallic smell. “Before your time, I guess. Actually before mine, but the woman reminded me of my granny. Anyway, they dump a bucket of pig’s blood on her head when she’s crowned Prom Queen…” Cody turned around and saw Daniel standing there in just his jeans, after he had pulled off his boots and socks.

“So what did Carrie do?” He was watching her, as well, taking in the sight of her in her black silky bra, and her body. The sparks nearly crackled between them, and it was more than the double Quickening. He had wanted her for so long.

“Um, she had powers, you know? And she killed them all. The whole gym full of people.” Her voice sounded far away, and her thoughts were even farther away. They were in an elevator in Switzerland, and anyplace that she could put them. Anyplace but on his hard abdomen. Fuck…no NOT fuck. “I need a shower. And a drink.”

“Use mine.” He just grinned, that boyish grin that had kept him out of trouble with her since he was so little. “You can’t go back to your room with blood all over you. The guards will be on the commlink to Dad in two seconds. I’ll get you one of my shirts. Sleep here. Please?” He went over to the bar and poured them both a glass of something.

“I need more than this.” She was trembling, the aftereffects of the Quickening hitting her much harder than ever before. Cody could hardly hold the glass, splashing some on her chest as she tried to drink. “Now I definitely need a shower.”

Daniel was just watching her, his eyes dark and as intense as blue ones that she was trying not to think about.

Cody shook her head. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“He wouldn’t like it.” She took two steps back, towards the bathroom. If she could just take a cold shower, clear her head…

“He doesn’t ever have to know.” Danny took three steps, his eyes locked on hers, not releasing her. He was almost feline in his approach.

“You’ll throw it in his face.”

“I won’t.”

“Swear it.” Two more steps backwards.

“I swear.” Daniel made the motion of crossing his heart, and took three more steps. “You want me. It’s not our fault. It’s the Quickening.” Persuasion. Rational persuasion for absolute madness.

“I need a shower.” Cody spun and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. The shower didn’t help. The hot part. The cold part. Her skin still danced with electrical currents, and she still wanted him. Damn it.

She came out, wrapped in the bath sheet, and looked at him. He was standing over by the window, wearing only his robe. The only light on was a faint one, from the bar. Cody Jean closed her eyes, knowing that this was as inevitable as the consequences would be, when it was discovered. Her damp hair hung over her shoulders, cold tips against her far too warm flesh. “Danny.”

He turned away from the window, his expression blankly tinged with hurt that he wouldn’t show, because he was, after all, his father’s son. It changed as she dropped the towel, breaking into a smile of pleasure, and yes, triumph. She counted the steps it took for him to cross the space between them. Seven. She was too busy kissing him to count the steps to the bed. By then her legs were wrapped around his waist and her mind had better things to ponder.