lusi | Hungry like the wolf~

[ The resistance is comparable to that of a human head, with the robot having the edge. Christ, she wishes she didn't know that. Jess gives the metal corpse a final stomp (ow) for reminding her of that desperate night on the Hudson. She turns, scanning the street for further threats, but they seem to have handled everything for now. ]

Huh? [ She glances from his wound down to her own. Seeing it brings the pain she'd been ignoring to the forefront with a cringe. It looks worse than it is, though whether that's true or an instinctive response to downplay it, can't yet be proven. ] Yeah.

[ Still, she favours her uninjured leg in walking over to him. The closer to the cafe, the louder the noise of animals gets. Animals, plural. Jess hasn't caught sight of so much as a spider in either of her ramshackle apartments. (After filthying up her first with Eskel, she did in fact choose to move instead of clean.) ] What the hell is that?

[Jess strikes him as the type who would take a wound to her pride as well if he forced help on her. Instead, Eskel walks with her, just close enough to catcher her should she stumble.]

[He raises an eyebrow at her question as he pauses to pick up his discarded gear. The steel sword is returned to its sheath.] A goat. Her name's Lil Bleater. The horse is Scorpion. The Augur brought them with me.

[Scorpion huffs in their direction. Bleater bleats.]

I can introduce you after we patch up. [By this time, they've reached the door. He holds it open for her. There are one or two chairs left in tact and shoved against the wall.]

[ A goat. A goat. The stitch in her brow indicates she's nonplussed. She peers over the enclosure as she passes it, almost as if she doesn't believe him. If she questions herself, she couldn't say what makes more sense about him arriving with a horse as opposed to a goat. Poe came with a spaceship and there are giant robots in the hangar. Maybe that's why. They're odd extremes, goat at one end and interstellar craft at the other. ]

I'm guessing we're gonna have to make do for medical supplies. [ The could go to the hospital, but fuck that. The medi-bots might have gone haywire too. Once inside, Jess looks around the cafe, wondering what they can use. ] Got some way to boil water?

[The moment they aren't tending their wounds, he's asking her if her world even has goats.]

[Closing the door behind him, he nods.] Tear up the bed sheet into strips. Leave the water to me.

[The mattress isn't hard to find: it's tucked into what was once the employee's counter. There's a single plain sheet, and its short life is about to end. As Jess gets to work, Eskel begins setting up a metal bucket of water to boil. He sets it down on some broken wooden furniture bits and sets it aflame with Igni. (That'll probably be another shock for Jess.) To give it a kick start, he puts his hand in the water and casts Igni again. There's soon steam rising from the water; it'll be another moment before it boils.]

Jess, do you have any other wounds? [Might as well be productive while they wait. His own injury stopped bleeding by the time they entered his house. It would heal soon enough thanks to his mutations, but Jess doesn't have that luxury.]

[ She acknowledges by complying, finding the bed in short order. Jess grabs up the sheet and starts to rip, one end to the other and back. Mid-tear, she checks how he's getting along with his task and catches sight of spontaneous flames. There's no match in his hand.

The spell he used in combat, she glimpsed in her periphery. It was easy to disregard as her eyes playing tricks on her. This time, she's sure of what she's seeing. He's not just strong and tough and cat-eyed, he's also magic.

She wonders about the extent of it but puts it out of her mind until they've finished what they started here. He can't heal at will, that's one limit. ]

No. Nothing major. [ Besides a very sore wrist. Though she's no Wolverine, her healing is slightly accelerated. Her cuts might have stopped bleeding too, if the strips of denim between them didn't keep dragging over and through them.

Jess rips up the entire sheet as half isn't useful to anyone. Whatever they don't use, he can store in case of later injury. Jess comes over with the whole pile and places it beside the fire. ]

What a crap reason to get my pants off. [ Muttered dryly as she unfastens her jeans and toes off one of her boots. ]

Heh heh. Maybe we'll find a way to make the best of it. [He shifts over to Jess and helps her with her boots and pants. Despite his remark, he doesn't do anything more suggestive than letting his fingertips trail along her leg a little as the pants come off. The water reaches a proper boil by then. Eskel leans in to get a better look at her injury, letting the water boil for a minute.]

Clean cuts. And shallow. [His nose twitches, sniffing.] No poison. Should heal fine.

[He offers Jess a reassuring look as he sits up. Eskel examines his own wound next, though looking straight down at his own chest is a bit awkward. The wound is bit deeper than hers, but still well within his healing range. Another wave of his hand puts out the fire. His gaze returns to Jess as he grabs some sheet strips, using some of them to make pads they can clean with.]

Looks like we'll live another day. You're gonna have to patch your trousers, though.

[ She assumed the blow he took would dampen his ardour, but if he's game to hook up again, she is too. She's liquor-parched and touch-starved, the slight stroke down her thigh shaking up dormant endorphins. Jess takes a measured breath, watching him tidily fold up some makeshift gauze. ]

I don't sew. [ It's fine, she can pass it off as the distressed look. Though she'll have to wash the blood out. Grunge only goes so far. She limps over to one of the chairs against the wall and drags it back toward the smouldering remains of the fire, where she sets herself on the seat's edge. As she does, she tells him, ] So if you need stitches, that's your warning. [ They'll be bad. ]

[His voice rumbles in a low chuckle.] I heal faster than humans. Don't worry about me.

[And he means it as more than just a turn of phrase. Though he'll be fine either way, witchers are trained to be self-reliant, too. Eskel doesn't expect her to return the favour once he's done.]

[He wets the make-shift rag and, giving the it a moment to cool more, begins cleaning Jess's wound. It's still hot, just tolerably so now. His touch is considerate enough not to purposely hurt her, but it's lacking a healer's practiced finesse and tenderness. Hey, it gets the job done, right? Once clean, he gets another wad starts wrapping it to her leg with another strip of sheet.]

[ She has a fairly high pain tolerance. There's the tiniest amount of discomfort from his survivalist handling of her wound but it doesn't register in a flinch or grimace. Her shoulders do tense but it passes very shortly. ]

Still. I can help you wrap it up. [ He's doing her a favour and she's compelled to return it as soon as possible. He can clean his wound himself if he likes -- doing it for him is a bit Nightingale effect-y for her tastes. But it's no trouble to pass a roll of fabric back and forth, besides the obvious downside of covering up that gorgeous chest of his. ]

[Eskel glances up at her briefly, but doesn't respond until he's finished tying her bandage.] You don't have to do that.

["Don't have to" - what's left unsaid is that he won't fight her if she does anyway. He's not supposed to need help, and he doesn't. But help is offered so rarely in his life, and he doesn't think he can say no to it right now.]

[Just as he did for Jess, he preps some wet cloth and cleans his wound. Despite being a bit deeper than hers, Eskel's wound already stopped bleeding and seems to have dried well enough. With the area clean of excess, he gets another piece to cover the injury. He glances to Jess again - if she really means it, this is her moment to step in.]

[ She gets the sense that by preference or necessity, he's used to looking after himself. Jess respects that. She's the same way, which motivates her to return the helping hand. If she had to accept it, he does too. ]

Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong. [ Jess eases off the chair and onto the floor with him, several inches behind. Taking up the strip, her fingers comb down to the opposite end while he holds his side in place. She winds it around his ribs and back, then under his far arm. It's nearly an embrace; as her nose bumps incidentally against his shoulder blade, his scent abruptly summons the memory of him groaning behind her, driving her to exhaustion. That was the best sleep she's had since she got here.

She leans forward, in case the bandage is coming back to her for another pass, and into him, so that half her chest is flush with his arm. ]

[He remains quiet as she works - nothing to say if she's doing it right, right? She's already close enough to indulge in her scent along with her touch. Their relationship isn't exactly a tender one, but he trusts Jess enough to have a moment.]

[The wrap does come back to her. Better to make it secure, even if Eskel won't need it on long. Plus, they'll hopefully get a bit more contact out of it. There will be contact in sex, but it's not quite the same. Sex is easier and more common than attentiveness like this.]

[So the wrapping goes around again. Eskel finishes tying it off after that. He looks back to Jess over his left shoulder, since his left side is the one that can smile properly.]

Thanks Jess. 'Preciate it.

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[ Gratitude rarely gels with her. She's poor at giving it and somehow worse at receiving. It doesn't matter whether or not it's earned or justified, which in this case she doubts. He'd have patched himself up just fine on his own, and she could have taken care of herself as well, and the same could likely apply to the fighting beforehand. Then why do any of it? Because she likes him.

And that sucks to know.

Rather than confront all that, Jess sidesteps the moment of genuine sincerity with a callous kiss. Hard, hungry, a little tired underneath it all. She clambers onto her knees, ready to hitch a leg over him if he turns to face her or drags her bodily to face him. Best that he calls the first few shots, this time, considering his wound is the more widespread. ]

[Eskel can guess at what she's doing, but he's not going to look too far into it if it means sex, either. So he returns the kiss, ready and eager to move on from patching wounds. However, he figures she shouldn't put weight on that injured leg.]

[And thus, Jess finds herself being scooped up by him and carried to his bed. What few clothes remain on them get tossed aside. They're kissing again, with Eskel sliding a hand between her legs to start warming her up. He draws over her clit until she's slick enough, then pushes two fingers in and preps her with steady thrusts. His cock rests against her hip.]

[ Bold of him to bring her into his bed, considering what became of hers when they last got together. She would have been content to fuck on the floor. She'll do her best not to rend any holes in it, though it may mean some deeper bruises for him.

Eskel already knows her body and how she likes to cut to the chase. Her hands are buried in his hair, fingertips cradling his skull. Part of her is getting fond of how he chooses to prime her, beyond the immediate gratification. Very quickly, it's not enough. Their mouths are briefly torn apart as she reaches down and guides him into her. She grasps at his back, scoring his skin with her nails as he mounts a frenzy inside her. They aren't running a marathon this time, more like a 100-metre dash. ]

[Beds can be replaced. Sleeping on a damaged bed is still more than what he's used to. And really, most importantly, he just doesn't care in the moment.]

[Eskel smirks at Jess as her impatience gets the better of her. Once settled within, he starts a steady rhythm that rocks her with each thrust. The scrape of her nails sends a shiver through him, like sparks. His sighs and moans roll through his deep, rough voice. And since this isn't a test of endurance, he puts his everything into it, letting control slip more easily than it did last time.]

[Well, most of his control; when his climax starts building, he does his best to hold it in check. Jess will come first. Not just to satisfy his lover, but to feel her pulsing around him and smell the pheromones released then - and have it all meld into his peak in turn. Why not indulge all the senses he can?]

[Still, he's holding himself at the edge, the pupils of his cat-eyes narrowed into something feral and urgent.]

[ A quick fuck isn't always bad, even if all her recent ones have been. It's a woeful streak in need of breaking and Eskel seems up to the task. Like last time, she doesn't have to tell him "harder." If a thought ever coalesces at the back of his mind, of concern for the effect of exertion on his wound, he dispels it with another drive of his hips.

Jess just worries about herself, the pitched moans she's reticent to loose. She bites her lip until it hurts, groans thrumming in the cage of her throat. The heat in her core builds to a white hot sear. Her spine bows and she grabs at his ass, demanding he not relent. The tension bursts in a prolonged moment as she clings to him, her head bent back and her mouth soundlessly open. For a split second, she can feel every inch of him in tight relief, before the edges of all sensations blur blissfully, indistinguishable, and everything in her mind is simple and dark. ]

[He wouldn't have relented even without her grabbing his ass, though he appreciates it. Jess's desperation for him and how much he pleases her makes pride swell with pleasure. (And really, it's the least he can do for someone willing to look at his scarred face during sex - multiple times at that.)]

[Eskel fucks her into her orgasm and only releases himself after she's fallen over the threshold. He lets his head fall into her neck with a deep, shivering groan. His cock throbs against the tightness of her body, cum spilling in and mixing with her warmth. Dazed and breathing hard, the witcher clings to Jess in turn for a time.]

[When they've both calmed enough, Eskel rolls off of her and onto his side. One arm remains languidly slung over her. He briefly looks to the bandages on her leg: still in place, and he can't smell fresh blood among the sweat and pheromones. No fresh blood from his wound either. Good.]

[For the moment, there doesn't seem to be anything worth saying on his end, so he simply lays with her with a satisfied smile.]

Hungry like the wolf~

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