Snippet Saturday!

When last we left our intrepid hero, he was strapped to a table with needles in his arms, being taunted by a lady vampire and saying "Don't touch me." Well, she's gotten him off the table, they've had a "training session," and one of his (myriad) buttons got pushed when she took him to the bar.

And, go:

She unlocked the door and he collapsed inward. "In more, Ben, I can't shut it." He scooted. "That's it, good boy." The deadbolt clicked home and she knelt beside him. "Easy. You're all right."

"Really not. Fuck." She reached for his shoulder. He got as far as the first word in "Don't touch me" before a series of facts crashed onto his head.

Janni wasn't here. (Thank god.)

He would probably never see her again, because getting out looked nigh impossible.

He'd been without human contact for too damn long. Angeline wasn't human, but then, neither was he, strictly. When he and Janni were in a room together, they were always touching, maybe no more than a hand on a leg or a lap as a foot pillow, but he missed that. So. Very. Much. So much it physically hurt sometimes.

Angeline had removed the collar and the wrist cuffs. She was murmuring to him, the same words over and over. Her hands weren't anywhere near him. "You'll be okay, Benji. Shh. I've got you. Breathe. You're safe in here."

The knot in his chest tightened. Despair crushed him. She wasn't, he couldn't--

He had to.

He let out a long, shuddering sigh, moved, and laid his head on Angeline's leg. She froze, and he was almost afraid she'd dump him off and leave him truly alone. "Ben?"

"Please."

"I don't...'please,' what?"

He could barely form words. "Please."

The backs of her fingers stroked his arm. "This?"

He closed his eyes. He could breathe again. "Yes."

"I can touch you now." It wasn't quite a question.

"Yes."

And thus the Breaking Down of Ben, Bit by Bit, continues.

Snippet Saturday!

When last we left our intrepid hero, he was strapped to a table with needles in his arms, being taunted by a lady vampire and saying "Don't touch me." Well, she's gotten him off the table, they've had a "training session," and one of his (myriad) buttons got pushed when she took him to the bar.

And, go:

She unlocked the door and he collapsed inward. "In more, Ben, I can't shut it." He scooted. "That's it, good boy." The deadbolt clicked home and she knelt beside him. "Easy. You're all right."

"Really not. Fuck." She reached for his shoulder. He got as far as the first word in "Don't touch me" before a series of facts crashed onto his head.

Janni wasn't here. (Thank god.)

He would probably never see her again, because getting out looked nigh impossible.

He'd been without human contact for too damn long. Angeline wasn't human, but then, neither was he, strictly. When he and Janni were in a room together, they were always touching, maybe no more than a hand on a leg or a lap as a foot pillow, but he missed that. So. Very. Much. So much it physically hurt sometimes.

Angeline had removed the collar and the wrist cuffs. She was murmuring to him, the same words over and over. Her hands weren't anywhere near him. "You'll be okay, Benji. Shh. I've got you. Breathe. You're safe in here."

The knot in his chest tightened. Despair crushed him. She wasn't, he couldn't--

He had to.

He let out a long, shuddering sigh, moved, and laid his head on Angeline's leg. She froze, and he was almost afraid she'd dump him off and leave him truly alone. "Ben?"

"Please."

"I don't...'please,' what?"

He could barely form words. "Please."

The backs of her fingers stroked his arm. "This?"

He closed his eyes. He could breathe again. "Yes."

"I can touch you now." It wasn't quite a question.

"Yes."

And thus the Breaking Down of Ben, Bit by Bit, continues.

Gaaaaaaaah...

And I've got Ben back on the table. Poor guy finally snapped like a rubber band. Predictably, death and destruction ensued.

I can haz fluffy scene naow?

Not that these two characters lend themselves to fluff, but I'd like to make myself say "Aw" rather than "Ow" for once, right now. Yes, I would.

Gaaaaaaaah...

And I've got Ben back on the table. Poor guy finally snapped like a rubber band. Predictably, death and destruction ensued.

I can haz fluffy scene naow?

Not that these two characters lend themselves to fluff, but I'd like to make myself say "Aw" rather than "Ow" for once, right now. Yes, I would.