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Airy Miller: Dear phone, this is super lame but I have no where else private to write. ANYWAY, I met two guys today. We'll call them T and N. I know that's stupid but talking to myself via text isn't much better. Airy Miller: Dear phone, this is super lame but I have no where else private to write. ANYWAY, I met two guys today. We'll call them T and N. I know that's stupid but talking to myself via text isn't much better. Airy Miller: I don't know what I'm doing but I'm staying with them... Airy Miller: I don't know what I'm doing but I'm staying with them... Airy Miller: T is nice and he answers all my stupid questions but he's only awake at night. Airy Miller: T is nice and he answers all my stupid questions but he's only awake at night. Airy Miller: N... is really confusing me. It's a shame guys like that don't fall for girls like me. Airy Miller: N... is really confusing me. It's a shame guys like that don't fall for girls like me. Airy Miller: This is stupid I'm going to stop now. More so since T let me on his phone plan so I have the internet again. Airy Miller: This is stupid I'm going to stop now. More so since T let me on his phone plan so I have the internet again.

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[Cassidy thinks the word good, but the only sound he makes is a short, low growl. This close to her neck, he can see the pulsing of her jugular vein under the skin. He can feel the heat radiating off of her. He likes this: pinning her, holding her in place. Arranged like this, she's his plaything.

He wants to play more, before they move onward.

The hand on her behind slides upwards and around the front, until his fingers reach the underside of a breast. He takes a piece of skin between his thumb and forefinger and pulls and twists. He'll be aiming to leave little fingerpad-sized bruises all over one side of her chest.]

Don't be afraid t'make a sound. [He murmurs it against her back, his breath falling gently against her skin in contrast to everything else.] You know I love the sound of your voice.

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[His growl fills the shell of her and sends a shiver down her spine, rising goosebumps along her shoulders and arms.]

Ah! [Airy gasps as his hand slide between her and the mattress to palm her breast. She feels the pain first, hard and sharp, and then a hot intense arousal. She continues to cry out, gasping and struggling to breathe, unable to remain silent through the rough touch. Her ass raises and grinds against Cassidy's cock as her body begins to tremble with a new hunger.

Breathing became labored and louder as heat, pain, and a contradictory softness mingle and mesh. It's almost too much but Airy keeps her focus on those light malleable shields over her skin that lessen the pain enough for her to withstand his strength.]

Cassidy.

[She cries out his name and for the first time since they started, she doesn't care who might over hear her.]

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[When she calls out his name, he finally moves his fingers to her nipple and gives it a hard pinch, at the same time pulling back harshly on her hair. That cry of mingled pleasure, need, and pain is a beautiful sound.

With a sudden scrambling of hands, he flips her over onto her back and reaches for her wrists — both of them, this time — to pin them down on either side of her head, his body pressed between her legs to keep her in place. He takes a look down at what he’s done to that one side of her chest, the bright red spots already going purple in some places.

That was good. Hitting’s better.

Cassidy shifts back and up onto his knees and pulls her along with him by her wrists, only letting go of one of them once she’s on her own knees. He only lets go of the other one the instant his palm connects, in a sharp downward angle, with the side of her face.]

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[Airy bites on her lower lip as thin tendrils of pain shoot through her torso. Her breasts ache from their rough treatment and she can already feel the bruising rising to the sensitive sections of flesh.]

Oof. [The air is knocked from her lungs as Cassidy turns her over.

Her shields grow a little thicker but she keeps them malleable and yielding as his fingers dig into her wrists. She looks up at him and her breath catches in her throat at the look of pure glee in his eyes. Her lips part but her ability to speak is halted as he hulls her to her knees.

The bed bows and she doesn't look away as Cassidy's palm slaps against the side of her cheek.

Airy's lip cracks and a thin dot of scarlet mars her lower lip as her cheek begins to throb and redden from the strike. Her thoughts are addled and her defenses momentarily vanish. It takes her a moment to refocus and raise the invisible cushion that's been dulling Cassidy's strikes, this time forming something stronger around her head. She can't afford to let her control slip.]

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[If she's quick enough, she'll have her shields back up in time for his hand come down again. This time, smacking her hard enough that the shock of pain might send her falling onto the mattress. It's the sort of hit that could leave a black eye, if it breaks the right blood vessel.

Whether she falls or not, Cassidy wrestles her up again to face him — holding her up by a hand clenched around her upper arm, if necessary.

Once again, he finds himself examining his work. His expression is fogged over with lust: lips slightly parted, pupils so wide it's almost like he's high. He takes her chin in his hand, and wipes his thumb across the drip of blood from her mouth. Wet heat against trembling lips.

A very small voice, his last bit of rationality, pipes up with an observation: Well, that's it. She won't wanna live with you now. Or maybe she will. Cassidy finds in the moment that he doesn't care either way. What's done is done. Better that she see this part of him. Even if it is inspired by some fairy fuckery, even if he's not used to it being a turn-on... it's still him.

He's gone hard again, his erection jutting out into the air. Cassidy sits back on his heels and puts his hands to Airy's hips, lifting her with a certain amount of care relative to how he's been treating her so far... though that could have more to do with making sure she's positioned just right to sink down onto him. Once she's in place, he'll tense his hips upward and pull her down, starting a pulsing rhythm as soon as he's buried in her completely.

He keeps watching her face. Eyes lowered to her lips while he teases both of them with the idea of a kiss, knowing how much danger there is in making that connection now.]

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[Airy remains upright through Cassidy's assault but weakened as she focuses on making her shields difficult to notice. The force of the slap vibrates through her invisible shield and spills over her like water. The red hue deepens and her eye looks as if it's going to bruise but the pain is nothing more than a slight ache spread over the side of her face.

Bright blue eyes met his, her gaze hazed and unfocused as he inspects his work. Airy isn't planning to deny him the satisfaction but in doing so, she finds it impossible to speak. A little whine escapes her lips with a single exhale but nothing else.

She isn't thinking of the future but of Cassidy. Airy focuses on the curve of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze and the sharp heat of his arousal.

Her breath catches and her chest heaves as he pulls her onto his lap, aligning them and then thrusting her down onto his cock. Airy's body trembles and a little gasp chokes in her throat as her arousal soaks his erection. She's bleeding, bruised and turned on. His touch is greedy and hard, hurting just a little as he thrusts into her but Airy doesn't hate it.

She really doesn't hate this part.

Her tongue flicks, smearing the blood across her lower lip as she struggles to keep herself in an upright position. There isn't a lot of strength left in her body but she tries, weakly helping and at times hindering the hard buck of Cassidy's hips.]

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[The fact that she's been reduced to moans and whines, the slickness of her sex, that flick of her tongue over her lip, tasting her own blood... fuck, that's hot.

He can feel her having trouble staying upright. His hands move from her hips to her hair, tangling deep enough to hold her, but almost cradling the back of her head while he pumps his hips up against her again and again.

It's not quite enough, not quite the right angle. Without breaking their connection, Cassidy leans forward and lands Airy's back on the bed. His fingers press into the flesh of her thighs and flex them upward toward her shoulders. Then he starts to thrust again, fast and deep, as little growls sneak their way into his exhales.

Her neck is unmarked, except for the old scars that should remind him even trying to bite her is a very bad idea. But the urge is so strong to claim her in any way he can. Thinking about piercing her skin, the heightened intimacy of having a part of her inside of him, almost sends him over the edge.

Trust her. Do it. Just this once, do it. She said she'll stop you.

A hiss drags its way up his throat. As his climax starts to hit, he opens his mouth and presses forward — pressing her thighs farther upward and lunging down toward her neck.]

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[It's harder to focus with the hard instant heat of his cock thrusting into her. He feels amazing and the little aches and pains all over her body only seem to heighten the sweetness of the sensations as it spreads and heals through her body.

Even as their position shifts, as he sinks painfully far into her, Airy can't help but moan in pleasure. Her back arches towards him and while she'd need more to feel the steady thrum of her own orgasm, she can't escape the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her thoughts are hazy and it's hard to focus on the shields around her body but she doesn't relent. She can't let herself.

But that only makes it more surprising when she feels the soft prick of his fangs against her neck. His teeth barely sink into her when her body tenses and Cassidy will find it impossible to bite her more. There is a thin trickle of blood running down her shoulder but even that is somehow too far for him to reach.]

Cassidy.

[Airy gasps his name, her arms weakly rising as she pulls him into a tender hug, holding him on top of her and thrust completely inside of her.]

I love you.

[She wants to cry, to find a release for everything that's pent up inside of her but for the moment Airy holds back and focuses on him.]

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[The fact that she can say that now... Cassidy lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob, even while he’s still straining forward in the throes of his orgasm. Pulsing inside her while his teeth prick at her skin.

It feels heavenly. And then it’s over. Cassidy finds himself buried deep inside her, hands on her thighs and teeth at her neck, and he finds he doesn’t want any more of this.

He half-collapses, half-rolls off of her and onto his back. There are tiny spots of blood on the very tips of his teeth. He can tell because he can feel something radiating off them, like heat. Like the burn of a super-hot pepper that’s also gone rancid. Cassidy shuts his eyes, carefully closes his teeth, and wipes what he can off with his fingers. He lets out a sigh. Contented. Sated. Conflicted.]

I love you, too. [He flutters his eyes open, and looks almost in her direction without looking directly at her. He doesn’t want to look just yet.]

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[Airy releases a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Her chest and face hurt the most and with the promise of sex gone, the pain was all she could feel. There is no lingering arousal or desire, nothing pleasant for Airy to steer her focus towards. It's over and as Cassidy pulls away, it's cold.

Knowing that their done doesn't dissipate the weighty tension in the air and Airy wonders if Cassidy is alright. Does he need something more? She can't move without feeling thin dots of pain lace through her torso but she reaches for his hand and intertwines her fingers with his.]

I'm here Cass.

[She might suggest that they find ice to combat the swelling just beneath her eye but it can wait. Everything can wait.]

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[It feels like he's coming down from an out-of-body experience. Like he was watching the last several minutes from somewhere else, and is just now back inside his own head. It's the same way he felt all those months ago, looking down at the blood pooling under He Ming's head. He recalls that feeling settling into a hyperfocused calm, a crystal-clear knowledge of what he needed to do: call Matthew, ditch his clothes, get the body somewhere else. He isn't finding a similar sort of clarity here.

Then she takes his hand. It's tender and supportive, and enough to get him to lift his eyes to her face.

He sees pain — hard not to, when there's blood across her mouth and a red spot on her cheek. What he doesn't see is fear or anguish. The knot of anxiety in his chest loosens.]

Look what I've done. [He might suggest going a step further than ice and paying a visit to the healer — for now, going anywhere is the furthest thing from his mind. He lets out a heavy exhale.]

It's over... least I think it is. [His thumb strokes the outside of her hand. He isn't sure what he can or should do now, what she needs. Did she actually enjoy it? Are there parts that distressed her more than she expected?] Are you good?

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[Airy isn't sure how she's feeling.

Everything is slowly coming into sharp clarity: the ache on one side of her chest, the cum that's plastered the sheet to her lower back and ass, the pain in her rear and her cheek, the sting at her neck and the slight trickle of blood there, the sharp pain on her lip where the skin had split and the throbbing that settled just between her thighs. It'd all hurt a little bit and now those little pains and discomforts where fighting for attention.

She closes her eyes and focuses on breathing.]

I'm not sure. [Her voice is soft, her throat dry.] It hurts a little.

The adrenaline is gone and it's hurting a little more. [Airy turns her head and winches.] I'll be fine after awhile though. Don't look like that Cassie. It was my choice to come here. I knew what I was getting myself into.

[She lightly squeezes his fingers.]

Thank you for trusting me.

[Airy might need some help and some healing. She can't heal like Cassidy and without the thrill of sex or the intensity of the situation, she felt a weakness settling in her limbs.]

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[Cassidy blinks and frowns his way out of his expression, dispelling whatever it was she saw in it she didn’t like. Too sad? Regretful? He hadn’t been fully aware of what his face wasn’t doing.]

I’m — I’m just checkin’ to see if there’s anythin’ you need, right now.

[He realizes he’s been speaking quietly without meaning to. This situation feels... delicate.]

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[Airy's smile is soft and warm. She knows nothing of after care but she does feel like she needs something. It's an unusual feeling and not like she's been beaten or hurt but something is missing.]

Could you hold me?

Maybe in a bit we can go take a bath and get me cleaned up. I might need a little help. If that's alright.

[She has a feeling that her legs will tremble and possibly snap if she tries to stand on them right now.]

[riotousjunkie]

[Cassidy doesn't know too much about it himself. He knows it's a thing people do, even been in present in places where it was being done, but doesn't have any practical experience with it. He also knows he can't just leave her alone after something like that — unless that's what she wants. This is the first time he's left a lover bleeding and not had it end in tears or near-death. So it's whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.

Holding her for a while. He can do that. Cassidy nods and raises up his opposite arm in an open gesture, inviting her to roll over and rest on his chest. At the same time, he angles his shoulders so that if she rolls in the opposite direction, he can scoot over and spoon her.]

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[It takes Airy a minute to figure out how to lean and roll into Cassidy's outstretched arms without hurting herself in the process.

The bed sheet sticks to her lower back and Airy nearly starts giggling at how absolutely absurd that is that the sheet is sticking to her.]

Thanks. [She licks the blood away from her lips and she presses her forehead lightly against Cassidy's shoulder. The touch is tender and sweet as her body slowly begins to mold against him. All of Airy's moments are slow and testing. She'll shift her hip and when that doesn't hurt she'll move her knee and then her calf. She pauses and her toes curl a few times whenever a tight pain jolts up her legs.]

Will you tell me what you're thinking about?

[She can't really get a good look at him and she's a little desperate to know how he's taking all of this.]

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[The instant she settles her full weight against him, all the tension in Cassidy's chest releases. He closes his eyes as relaxation washes through him, and lets one arm drape around her frame, heavy and loose.

His hand wanders after a moment, gently tugging the sheet away from her back.]

I'm thinkin'... [He hesitates only because what he's thinking just at this moment doesn't feel like a "right" answer, but — what other answer would there be?] ...I'm thinkin' with you restin' on me like this, it could be any other time we've laid in bed together. And I'm thinkin' that — I love ya so much. And I'm grateful you came runnin' the way you did. And I...

[I'm sorry? She hasn't asked him to apologize. She doesn't want him to apologize.]

...I'd love t'be able t'tell ya it won't happen again. [Whether she wants him to or not.] But.

[He can't.]

It wasn't like this before I came here. I never got turned on by hurtin' people, or thinkin' about it. It was never like that.

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[Airy closes her eyes and listens to the steady rasp of his voice.]

Any other time, so you aren't thinking that you love me now? [She almost smiles at the thought.] I know you love me Cassidy and I know you aren't exactly happy with this. I can't tell you that I really like it that rough but I'm not sorry that I've been able to see this side of you. I want to know you, all of you, even the scary sides or violent sides. I won't let you go to far but I feel like you really trust me.

[She squeezes his waist and thumps her forehead against his shoulder.]

I love you so much.

I'll do anything for you and I'll do this again too. If you need it. I can protect myself and I whipped you. It's kinda similar though maybe next time I'll be rougher.

[Her eyes water but she doesn't let herself cry.]

And you're here now and taking care of me. That makes me so happy.

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[Cassidy lets out a shaky breath, and lifts his other hand to brush some hair away from her forehead. That's the hand he struck her with. He can still feel the sting of it in his fingers. There's a wet spot on his shoulder, where some of the blood has dripped down from her neck.

So maybe it's not exactly like any other time they've laid down together.]

Thank you.

[A part of him wonders whether it would be better to seek out someone who does enjoy getting hit like that, in case this happens again. People are into all kinds of shite. Somebody here must be.

On the other hand, he doesn't know that would do anything to curb his unease in the aftermath. It didn't with He Ming. So for now, he keeps the thought to himself. His hand rests against the side of her head, and his thumb keeps on petting at her hair.]

Y'wanna go and wash up? Pay a visit to the healer?

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[Airy is having trouble thinking beyond the moment. She's here with Cassidy, wrapped protectively in his arms and he's keeping her safe. Even if the person he's keeping her safe from is himself...]

You're welcome Cassidy. It makes me happy to be there for you. [Even like this.

She nods her head and pushes herself up so she's resting on her elbows. She's a little achy but cuddling up to Cassidy had helped in more ways than one. All she needs is a little tender loving care.] I still have a change of clothes here? We can go wash up and heal. It's not really that bad though I'm sure I don't look all that pretty now.

[She presses a light kiss against the nearest eyebrow and slowly rises to her feet, ignoring the way her limbs tremble with the stiff effort of moving.]

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[He finds he can look at her face when she rises up. Does it without even thinking. Even if he thinks he can see hints of tension in the corners of her eyes... it doesn't actually look all that bad.

It doesn't look good. He'll feel better once the blood's all washed off.

And once he does something to get this taste out of his mouth. He couldn't get all of her blood off his teeth. What was left over has coated the inside of his mouth with a chemical, caustic sensation. Like rubbing alcohol mixed with scorching hot sauce.]

You're always pretty, [he murmurs as she starts to dismount the bed. He takes his own time sitting up, hunting down his sweatpants where he dropped them. As he gets himself covered up, he glances over to see how she's getting on.]

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[Airy ends up grabbing one of Cassidy's shirt and a pair of loose sweat pants. She has close in one of his draws but she's trying to move as little as possible and merely grabs what's closest. She doesn't bother with underwear, already knowing that it'll hurt to wear anything that tight but she does grab a joint from the nightstand and lights it.

She isn't a medical expert but Airy knows that weed has a numbing quality to it and she's hoping that it helps her get to the healer and the bath without issue. The paper stings her lip a little bit but after two slow drags, she begins to feel a little more like herself again.

Smoking is something she usually does in tandem with something else but right now her focus is focused on the thick velvety smoke as it fills her lungs. Airy looks over at Cassidy and realizes that she's standing in the middle of the room smoking.]

Want a hit before we go?

[They both need to relax.]

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[One advantage to the state in which Cassidy keeps his living space: not everything gets put away. She'll have her pick out of a small pile near the bed.

Despite his inner feeling of calm, Cassidy probably still looks a bit shell-shocked. Still waiting for another shoe to drop.

So yeah — they both need to relax.]

Yeah. [He crosses the room to join her then, reaches to take the joint from her and pull deeply from it. The smoke curls out of his nostrils. He starts to appear calmer, the look of intensity fading out of his eyes.

He thinks about going out into the hallways with her face on display.]

Here... [He holds the joint in his mouth, bends down and picks up a hoodie, shakes it out and gently drapes it over her shoulders. He'll even put the hood up for her.]

You good? [He offers her what's left of the joint.]

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[Airy flashes Cassidy a careful smile as he drapes the hoodie over her shoulders and puts up the hood.] Thank you. [She takes the joint back from him, stealing a quick kiss before taking another deep inhale. The pain continues to recede as a pleasant buzzing high numbs her senses.]

I'm ready to go.

Which place are we going first? The baths or the healer?

[She hasn't ever been to a healer before and she isn't sure what that entails. Maybe they can help her heel faster? Her lip will be sealed in less than a few hours but the bruise forming around her right eye might end up taking a week to fully heal.]

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Baths first? We could have a rinse off in the shower. [He moves his hand toward her elbow, questioning, offering a bit of support.] I can hold ya up.

[It'll give him a chance to keep touching her in gentle ways.

Once they're done in the baths — Cassidy reckons he can find his way back to the same healer he saw on his first day. She'd offered to heal all his burns when he'd arrived. He'd asked for blood instead, so he doesn't know what exactly she'll be able to do for Airy.

He knows she'll be able to do something.]