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"I could always change my practice time, you know. I'm not that much a creature of habit."

He grins and sends a rather interesting image across the bloodlink.

"Or I could bribe you."

Nick grins.

"That's an idea. I suppose."

A sly grin.

Alex looks innocent and sips his tea. ~~And does not send another image, of course not.~~

Nick sips his own drink, looks down to his book, and starts to work again.

~~And he definitely doesn't send him a full color, sound, taste feel rendition of last night. Nope.~~

He looks back to his book, humming, and after a while starts to sing, very softly.

"I walked alone in foggy dew
Just me and my memories
A voice out seaward beckons thru
A whistle of love for me, for me
A whistle of love for me..."

"Tot jorn melhur e esmeri
quar la gensor am e coli
del mon, so'us dic en apert:
sieu so del pe tro qu'al cima
e si tot venta'ill freg'aura,
l'amor qu'ins el cor mi pleu
mi ten caut on plus iverna."*

He's still working, smiling, and flicking a look to Alex every few seconds.

*translation here (http://www.cam.org/~malcova/troubadours/arnaut_daniel/arnaut_daniel_04.php)...

"That's very pretty. What language is it?"

He grins.

"Provencal. Ancient, really, but I've got a love of Daniel's work that I can't seem to shake. They were songs my mother would sing to me, ones she'd loved."

He ducks his head, smiling at Alex.

"I'm probably one of the only people to still know the melody. They were written down but...the actual music for the songs has been lost, unfortunately. Only...old fossils like myself still know them."

"It's beautiful. Reminds me of the songs of the Bazhir."

He grins and tilts his head a little, baring the bitemark for a brief instant.

"You're certainly active, for an 'old fossil'..."

He nods.

"I've always loved it. It's...much closer to the french of my youth than the modern French, really."

He smiles at Alex then, reaching across to ghost a hand over the mark.

"And I suppose I am but...maybe it's all the young blood."

A slight shiver as Nick touches the mark.

"You're welcome to the young blood whenever you feel like it..."

Not every night, you know. I love you. It would be dangerous...

But he keeps his finger upon the mark, sliding along it gently before looking to Alex.

"You...really don't mind my mark on you? And...."

Now he looks sheepish again.

"Well, I'm sorry about the bruises."

I know. I love you, too.

He smiles, taking Nick's hand and kissing the knuckles.

"I like your mark on me. And I don't mind the bruises."

He laughs, a little nervous.

"I...I didn't mean to. I was a little...well, out of it by that point. I'll be more careful next time."

"I wasn't exactly protesting. I, uh..." he blushes, looking away. "I sort of like it that way."

He blinks.

"What?"

Alex headtables.

I kind of get off on pain, Nick... not a significant amount, obviously, but a little, like the biting, and the amount it takes to bruise, like my wrists...

Feardoubtapprehension echoes in the bloodlink.

And Nick's hands slide lovingly, carefully along the back of his head, petting and stroking.

Alex? I'm a vampire...that's...that sort of thing is sort of standard. We're a little too strong to...manage to make it through such things without a little pain. I've been...holding back because I didn't want to hurt you.

Lovecomfortunderstandinglustaffection echoes right back.

You don't have to worry about holding back, really... I've got a high pain threshold, higher than most people. And I do enjoy it. Other things too, but pain's a part of it.

Now a peering look.

Like what?

No judgement. Just curious.

Apprehensiondoubt still thrum in the bloodlink.

Like... well, do you remember some of the images I showed you last night? With me being restrained? That sort of thing. Games of domination, sometimes...

Love. Lust. Reassurance. Understanding. Love.

A roll of the eyes.

"Alex...I..."

Finally, a little frustrated, he gets up and moves to slide in on the other side of the booth, next to Alex, pulling him into a deep, possessive kiss.

Mine.

"Alex...why didn't you just...ask?"

"It's not exactly the sort of thing you talk about in Corus! And after everything that's happened, I thought..."

A sigh, and he's not looking at Nick.

Oh hell no.

Two fingers are under his chin, tilting his face up to meet Nick's eyes.

"Alex. Explain. Now."

Love you. Want this fixed.

Love. Caring. Understanding.

His voice is very soft.

"Roger was the first man I slept with. He was the one who introduced me to all of that sort of thing, the pain and the submission and everything."

He hesitates, biting his lip.

I thought maybe... maybe he fucked me up worse than I thought. Nobody else I've slept with has been like that.