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{From here}

Jay's room looks auspiciously like he hasn't been up here for at least a week, sleeping in the RV in the garage. He looks longingly at his bed. "Shower first?" He's been washing in garage too but nothing beats his shower here.

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This time the sound Eric makes is high pitched and he slams so hard into Jay that he might want to take care that his head doesn't hit the floor too hard.

He keeps it up for a minute or so and then he stiffens and comes.

As he looms over Jay, eyes closed, face bloody, the sounds he makes are not even remotely human anymore.

Jay groans, seeing stars a little as his head bounces off the tiles. Lucky he's got a thick skull. And a solid pelvis.

Dazed and well used, he manages to lift one hand enough to stroke Eric's hair.

Eric shudders and then he is gone, retreating a few feet away , to rest against the wall.

Every part of his body is spattered or stained with blood.

Okay... In that case, Jay is just going to lay here for a sec and recovery.

'Cause now that the endorphin tide is ebbing...

Ouch!

Yeah, lets just chill out here and let the blood do it's thing.

Eric is running his (bloody) hands through his (equally bloody) hair, as his lips twitches a little.

His fangs are still down.

There isn't much of Jay that isn't equally bloody, even as the last of the blood healing closes the wounds.

Sprawled out on the tiles and surrounding by red tinted water, he looks like something out of a slasher movie. Except for the sated smile.

Eric leans against the wall, semi-casually, and asks, "You okay?"

His voice sounds a little strained. Just a little.
He's fine.

"Nothing I'll regret tomorrow." Jay lets his head fall to one side to look at him, still with that satisfied grin. "You?" He wouldn't normally ask but Eric sounds off.

"I'm fine," Eric says. Automatically.

And then, uncharacteristically honest, " I want to tear you apart.."
A pause.
"It'll pass."

Jay raises an eyebrow at the candour, unsure whether to be flattered or terrified.

Might be easier if the scent of blood is reduced. Jay marages to sit up just enough to turn the water back on, washing some of the blood away.

Good thinking, Jay.

Eric starts to wash as well, paying particular attention to his hair.

Its a good few minutes before Jay can actually pull himself up off the floor. Until then he's content to just chill out a bit.

When he finally does, he reaches for the soap, masking the scent of blood.

"Anything that hasn't healed up?" Eric asks, still keeping his distance.

He stretches and shifts, feeling a few bruises. "Nothing serious. Nothing worth worrying about." Or getting closer than he's comfortable with. "You can take off if you need to."

Eric nods and turns his attention back to washing.

His face is still and cold. Apart from the small tremble in his upper lip.

Even from the other side of the shower, Jay can feel Eric's fangs wanting to drop.

He gets clean and grabs a towel, drapping a spare around his neck for good measure. Not having any sense of how hard Eric is fighting the urge to spread Jay's insides all over the bathroom, he settles for getting the hell out of the way.

He heads to the other room to crack a bottle of water.

Eric keeps washing, moving his hands slowly across his body.

He closes his eyes but that makes him think of Godric so he quickly opens them again, letting the water hit them instead.

Then he dries off, slowly.
He can feel the tension dissipate ever so slowly as well.

Jay's dressed by the time Eric gets out and sitting at one of his work benches, fiddling with something.

He flashes Eric a quick smile. "Who'd have thought wild sex was what I needed to think round the power flow exchange issue."

Eric retrieves his clothes and starts getting dressed.

"That would have been my first guess, " he replies.

"I'll remember that next time I get stuck." Jay chuckles.

This time, the slight movement of Eric's lips might resemble a smile.

"You better."

"You know my masochistic won't let me stay away." He jokes, sketching out new power flows. "You good?"

"No," Eric replies, pulling on his boots.
"It doesn't matter. I'll see you around."

Jay frowns and watches Eric go, guessing he can't help with this. Maybe another time.

{ooc: that was interesting. Poor Eric, he's got so much going on.}

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