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Freyja shook her head back and forth as he grabbed her hands. She needed Malcolm safe and he wouldn't be if he stayed with her. Not if her magic decided to reveal itself again. "You have to. Mal... I can't-- it's not under control. You know that."

She wanted to argue more. She needed to. But she also knew that Malcolm rarely listened to her when it came to her own safety. So she nodded. "Okay." She paused, eyes shifting towards the people that were walking towards their cars, or shelter. "Do you want to um... run us there?" It would be faster, if he did.

"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to. You're not going to have to." He could sense the anxiety before even listening to the flutter of panic pounding against her ribcage. "I meant for a worse case scenario, but if you're coming with me that doesn't matter. You won't need it."

Malcolm reached out for her shaking hands, taking one in his own and trying to get her to meet his eyes. "I am not leaving you alone. We can go wherever you want, but I'm not leaving you, Freyja." It was adamant, leaving her not being an option that was even remotely on his radar. He lets her hand go so that she can do what she needs to do to close up, helped to usher people outside and provided directions to where would be safe if their homes weren't close enough, and watched as she locked the door behind them.

"Come on, we need to get you out of this quickly so you don't catch a chill. Your place, if that's okay? I'll deal with the blood thing if and when it becomes an issue."

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"I mean, I wasn't really counting this as working. I didn't think I'd get paid, anyway..." She had, technically, clocked out a couple of hours ago. But then she stayed since she didn't have anything better to do with her time. And now... well, maybe she should have left. "I don't want to have to use my power, Mal. I can't. What if--" She shook her head back and forth, anxiety clawing at her chest.

"No. No, we need to leave. I can't be near people if... if that happens. I can't--" Her throat swelled and she did her best to suck in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "Maybe it's best if you go to yours and I go back to mine. You... are away from me. Just in case." Her hands shook as she reached behind the counter to grab her purse. Yes. That was for the best. "Let's go? Before it gets worse."

She quickly shut off all of the machines and then walked to the tables where people were sitting, explaining that they had to leave and find shelter elsewhere. Freyja then walked outside, waited until everyone had left, before she locked the door behind them.

Not her business, right. He assumed that if there were, they would have taken it upon themselves to ward the place by now, at the very least. He had to hope they had thought of that, at the least. "I... Well, are you meant to be working now? There is nothing stopping you leaving. The worst of it isn't here yet, it seems. We could go to my home, hole up. Though... No, we'll need somewhere with supplies for you too. We could go to your home, I could run home or to Anemoia and get some provisions for myself so that I don't need to feed from you. Just in case, you need your power, we can't have you being weak." Not when there could be an emergency, not when she could need her power.

"Or we can just... We can stay here. That's fine, if you want to stay here we can. You can continue to serve these people, maybe we can even protect them if things get bad." Malcolm really hoped things did not get bad, but he supposed if it did having him there would be useful also, thanks to the healing qualities of his blood. "It's whatever is best for you. But if somehow that sun comes back out, I'm going to have to stay here until night fall."

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"Oh." She wasn't sure what else to say. Had he come here, thinking it was her, and planning on trying to stop her? He'd have had to knock her out, if that was the case. "No. Not me. Yet, anyway. I just, ah-- move earth. Fracture it. Create chaos using a different element." Freyja had nothing to do with the wind, or the rain.

"There are storage rooms without windows but that's... about it. And it's fairly filled with products." Which meant it wouldn't be able to fit everyone. Especially not all of the people that had decided that Brewed Awakening was going to be where they stayed during the hurricane. "Okay. Good. I'm glad." A pause. "But when you are hungry... I'm here." They'd need to find somewhere that wasn't so public in order for her to feel comfortable, but other than that, Freyja was fine with it. "Not all of us are." She shook her head. "And I don't know what everyone's magical abilities are. I don't ask. It's not my business." Freyja always kept to herself, mostly because she didn't want anyone to ask about her and her past. "You want me to just... leave all of these people, Mal?" Freyja would like to think that she could help them, and if she was able to control her magic, maybe she could. But other than providing food, water, and candles, there wasn't much else for her to do.

"Of course I came. I was worried. I thought that maybe— I'm not clued up on how the elemental stuff works, I thought maybe it was you and you needed help. And even if it wasn't you, I needed to know you're okay." Malcolm replied, still looking over her as if to assess for any possible injuries. It's his day off, and even if it wasn't he wouldn't be due in until later in the night; he would have to check in with Nsilo, ensure her or the tea rooms didn't need anything, but right now he was fine to be where he wanted.

"There isn't much else you can do, but does this place have somewhere to go, for it the hurricane hits here? A place to bunker down if really needed?" Malcolm had been fortunate enough to never experience a hurricane, he didn't know what was best to do in the situation, but he knew the basics of staying away from the windows and bunkering down. "I'm fine, I'm not hurt. I'm not hungry either, not... not yet, it's okay." There was a dull ache in the back of his throat, reminding him that he would need to feed soon. He was okay for now though, he didn't need it right now. "You.. This place, you're mostly all magical, no? There should be people putting up protection spells, or wards, or whatever it is that they do. Or you need to come with me, and I can make sure you're somewhere truly safe."

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"Bus schedules." Freyja muttered as she glanced towards the computer. Her eyes narrowed at the password box. "If that's all you're looking for, I'm pretty sure the librarian has a binder with a page that has the bus schedules in it." She motioned towards the front desk of the library. "Or... we could see if it's the same password as the wifi?"

Freyja moved towards the keyboard, rested her fingers on top of the keys and typed in the password for the wifi and then clicked enter. The curser turned into a rainbow circle, swirling around over and over again, and then suddenly, the bus schedule popped up. "Oh. Hey. Here it is!" Freyja smiled widely as she glanced towards the stranger. "That's what you were looking for, right?"

A witch, clearly. Magical enough that her blood was fairly easy to pick up on, but she wasn’t attacking or trying to start something, as far as he could tell. Quin stood, trying to be subtle in sliding his bag further under the computer desk as he did so. That cloying scent of witch blood was something he dealt with on the regular with his deliveries, and this particular package was yet another example of that. He’d long ago realized that witches were a bit too much work for a proper meal.

She seemed like she wanted to be helpful, at least. If she'd wanted to attack him, she could have done it while he was on the ground, or even before, when he was trying to wrangle the computer into being the useful tool it had been promised to be. He stood aside so she could see the screen a bit better. “It is asking me for information I don’t have. I’m trying to find the bus schedules.”

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Freyja had been cleaning up at work when the storm had hit and if she was being honest, she could have made it home in time, but she'd become scared. She wasn't sure how bad the storm would get and the last thing she wanted was to make it worse with her own magic. Inside was safe. Inside, she wouldn't get overwhelmed or overstimulated. At least, that's what she kept telling herself as more and more people began to accumulate.

"Malcolm." Freyja breathed as she saw him shove his way through the people. "I didn't... You came?" She didn't think that he'd even try to seek her out. She assumed that he had other priorities. "I'm okay. Yeah. I..." She glanced down at her own hands, flexing her fingers and then curling them inward until she made fists. "My magic is in check. For now." She wasn't quite sure if it would be triggered. "I've been putting out any of the already cooked pastries and sandwiches we have, just in case anyone is hungry. And... ah... making cold tea. There's not much else I can do, I don't think. Or you." A pause. "Are you... are you hurt?" Her eyes raked over his soaked body, trying to find any injuries. Then, she realized he was a vampire. Her eyes lifted to meet his again. "Or... hungry? Are you hungry?"

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Malcolm had rushed to her home, and when Freyja wasn't there panic set in. Part of him wondered if any of this were to do with her powers, though he knew from experience that hers were more earth based than wind. He wasn't sure how magic worked, not really, and even if it wasn't her then he at least needed to know she was okay. By the time he got to Brewed Awakening, he was almost frantic. "Are you okay? My messages wouldn't go through, are you okay?" He had pushed through the crowd of people who had clearly rushed inside when the hurricane hit. "Do you need anything, what can I do?" He was soaking wet, even rushing through this storm, thankful for the clouds shelter from the sun so that he could check in on her, but with his signal shot he had to check in on her."

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"Right." Sure. Freyja wasn't going to argue with him. She knew that she was a horrible person for what she'd done in her past. And even with her magic being somewhat dormant at the moment, she had no control over it. She wasn't at all what Malcolm had described her to be.

"True. You didn't ask permission. But... I liked it" Freyja said, her eyes lifting to meet his again. "And if you were to ask permission now, I'd say yes." Because not only did she want him to bite her again, but she trust him. She knew Malcolm wasn't going to kill her.

"No, I'm describing someone who doesn't know herself, or see herself. Not truly." He replied softly, though he hadn't expected her to believe most of it. It wasn't like Freyja to think well of herself. He was sure she only saw herself as an out of control witch with a power that was nothing but a danger to others, a power she would never be able to control. Malcolm believed differently, and hoped one day she would see herself as he saw her.

"Yes, I did. It's not like I asked permission and you said yes. I attacked you." It would have been different, if he had asked permission. It would have been different, if he could have stopped himself without having to be dragged away from her.

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Freyja always liked libraries. They were calm. Peaceful. Usually, they didn't evoke any form of negative or strong emotions for her, which meant that she could keep her magic in check. Not only that, but it provided her with books upon books where she could sink her mind and teeth into and just... disappear from reality. Thankfully, her magic hadn't surfaced in some time. But that didn't mean it didn't concern her.

But she was pulled from her fantastical book when she heard a crash nearby. Freyja flinched, her eyes lifting to see who had created the noise. Someone who had been sitting at the computer, who was now on the ground. "What?" Freyja asked, confusion etched into her expression. Her eyes then lifted towards the screen, seeing the login page. "Maybe." She wasn't horrible with computers. Wasn't an expert, either. "What are you trying to do?"

Open Starter - Growden Public Library, Early Evening

It was a busy night. Five deliveries, all in different parts of town, and with his car still in the shop from the attack from that overzealous hunter, he was making his way around via bus and his own two feet. He’d gotten sick of the rain soaking into the hem of his pants the third drop-off, and even a bit of hunting and a quick drink hadn’t done much more than keep his hunger from distracting him further.

The town had enough nightlife to keep the buses running late, but that didn’t make them frequent. He’d had the bad luck to turn the corner right as it was pulling away, and just enough self respect to not try chasing it down in the rain when he knew it wouldn’t stop.

Fine. He could wait for the next one. There was a library across the street, with windows pointing right at the bus station, perfect for hiding away from the storm for a bit. He’d left his reading glasses somewhere in his car, but if he was lucky, they might have a bus schedule lying around somewhere.

He wasn’t lucky. Quin had never been very good with computers, and the screen was stuck on one of those log-in pages he could never remember the right words for. He finger-typed out a few guesses (Password, passWord, password123), to no avail.

He was stuck, alternating between staring at the locked-out screen and watching out the window for the bus, leaning back in his chair to balance on the back two legs.

The fall seemed to happen in slow motion. One second, he was pulling his hand away from the desk to quiet the little beeping alarm on his watch (past sundown, eat if you've forgotten), the next his view out the window was temporarily obstructed by his fall, accidentally locking eyes with one of the few other patrons from his place on the floor.

Quin pushed himself up, glancing at the exit before looking back to the other patron, weighing his options. He could make it to the door before them in the event of a chase, if he had to guess. He cleared his throat, and nodded at the computer. “Do you know how to make this work?”

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Freyja was quiet as he talked, her eyes on him the whole time. She chose to keep her mouth shut unless he asked her a question. It was a lot to process, the fact that she was there, in front of him, let alone that she was the reason that his whole family was dead. Freyja had tried to push all of those memories out of her mind for so long but now... now she had to face it head on.

"There's a lot of what if's..." She whispered, her own eyes averting downward for a moment. She'd ran through them herself for years. Maybe if she'd just held out for a little longer, Matthias would have come home. He could have convinced them to let her go. Maybe if she'd have just learned to control her magic, she could have protected herself from them instead of destroying the whole house.

It was her fault. And no matter what anyone said, Freyja always felt as if it was her fault.

She nodded, cleared her throat, and then met his gaze. She wasn't afraid to talk about this. Not really. And he deserve to know. "We were supposed to meet, that night. I was... I was on my way to see you." A faint smile ghosted across her lips for a brief moment and then disappeared. "I don't know who it was that grabbed me. I felt multiple hands and before I knew it..." She let out a breath and shook her head. "I woke up in your house. A room... an area that I hadn't been in before. Your family, they had weapons. They... I told them that I loved you. That I would never even think about hurting you. Or them. They were included in that. I wasn't dangerous. I wasn't--" Her voice cracked as tears bubbled in her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks.

"I can't control my magic. I don't know how to. Not now... not then. So when one of them raised the gun and aimed it towards me... when it was clear that they wouldn't listen to me, when all they saw was a monster, I-- the earth responded." Freyja lifted her hand to the scar under her right clavicle, where the bullet had hit. Where the bullet still was. "It protected me from them. But it also... destroyed everything."

She blinked several times, eyes lifting to the night sky as she tried to stop the emotions from taking over more. In that moment, she was thankful that her magic no longer responded to her emotions. If that was the case, the earth would currently be shaking and Matthias... well... Matthias would probably think she was more of a monster than what she already was.

"I know you didn't ask for the why... but that... that's what happened." She whispered as she finally looked back at him. "And I'm so sorry."

They walked in silence for a few paces. The kind of silence that didn’t press for words but wrapped around them like fog — thick and hard to see through. Matthias stared ahead, jaw tight, hands deep in his jacket pockets, like maybe if he clenched them hard enough he could keep from saying what he knew was coming. “I think I already know,” he said, voice low but steady. His steps slowed, then stopped altogether. The sidewalk stretched out quiet around them, the night cold and still. He turned toward her, the woman he thought he’d never see again. The woman he once planned to build a future with. The woman he’d mourned. The woman he still hadn’t let go of. “The second I found out it was you... something in me just knew.” He let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to believe it, but I didn’t have to ask either. I know you. Or at least — I did. And the woman I knew wouldn’t have done something like that out of malice. Not without a reason. A real one.” He paused there, tension flickering at the edges of his expression. “I know my family too,” he added, softer now. “I know what they could be like when they were afraid. What they were willing to do if they thought they were protecting something. Or just keeping control.” His gaze dropped, then lifted again slowly. “If it had gone the other way — if you were the one who died and they were the reason — I don’t think I could’ve forgiven them. I really don’t. But with you…” His throat worked as if he might say more, but the words didn’t come right away. “With you, I think I can. Not yet. But... in time, I hope.” A beat passed. “I keep wondering if I could’ve stopped it. If I’d told them about you from the start — been honest with them, the way I was with you — maybe I could’ve convinced them to accept it. To accept you. Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just trying to convince myself of the impossible.” His jaw clenched again, something bitter pressing against the edge of his voice. “Not that it matters anymore. They’re gone.” He looked back at her then — his gaze sharp, but not cruel. Just clear. Honest. “So no, I’m not asking why you did it. I just… need to hear it from you. I need to know what happened, in your own words.”

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Freyja wasn't sure what she expected him to say when she'd asked the question but the words that came out of his mouth... well, she hadn't expected anything of that nature. Her eyebrows furrowed at him, at his words, and she couldn't help but shake her head at him. "You're describing someone that's not even here." She said. Freyja didn't believe any of what Malcolm had just told her. Other than the fact that she was his best friend.

"And you didn't hurt me. Not really." She reassured him as she glanced away from him for a moment. She silently wondered if he'd be willing to bite her again.

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. (accepting)

@freyjaxcarter asked: “what do you see when you look at me?”

"I see someone I care for deeply, someone I'm concerned about. I see a powerful woman underneath the fear, whether that fear is just to do with your power and lack of control, I don't know, but you are powerful and better yet, you're strong, Freyja. Stronger than you think." Malcolm answered almost instantly, reaching out to grab her hand and squeeze. "You're beautiful, a better friend than I deserve. A better. . . a better woman than I deserve. I see someone I'm concerned I take advantage of, and confuse even more. But I hope that what you see is someone that will help you, be there for you, no matter what. And someone who will never, ever hurt you again."

He didn't know why she was asking, but he didn't need to. The vampire was there to reassure her, always, and be whatever it was she needed him to be in that moment. She was one of the few people she'd met since leaving his old life behind that he could say he would give his life to protect. "I see my best friend."

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Another squeal escaped her as his fingers moved inside of her, finding a spot that she'd forgot was even there. Freyja wrapped her fingers around his forearm, her nails digging into his skin as she buried her face into his shoulder. Her cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment, especially considering they were in such a public place.

Good fucking girl. Butterflies knocked against the walls of her stomach and the muscles in her thighs tightened. "Malcolm..." Freyja breathed against his shoulder as she felt him push another finger inside of her. He stretched her as he pushed three fingers in and out of her. She groaned again, this time louder, as his words filled her ears and her mind wandered towards the scene. Him watching her as his mouth devoured her. Him telling her how good of a girl she was. Hours. Days. Weeks. "That's-- a long time. I can't... You can't--"

But he could, and he was, and Freyja had no fucking idea how to handle any of it. It had been so long since she'd felt this form of pleasure -- or any type of pleasure -- and her body was so used to fighting such things. Fighting against feeling anything that wasn't calm. "What if I-- hurt someone. Mal, what if my magic-- what if it--" But she couldn't even finish a sentence. His scent, his fingers, inside and out of her, were all consuming. Her grip on his arm tightened as her legs practically squeezed his hand. She was close. So fucking close but she was struggling to let go.

"you don't need to try," malcolm whispered in her ear, nipping softly at her earlobe, "stop trying, just be." fingers worked inside of her, searching for that spot that was sure to send her into a flurry of whimpers and moans, the pad of his thumb still working over her clit; soft, but quick, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could.

"i like it when you tell me what you want, listening to your body. good fucking girl." he smirked at the begging for more, he teased her with another finger, pressing it slowly against her opening for a moment or two before pushing it inside. three fingers now, and deep; he could imagine how full she felt, the intensity of the pleasure as they curled inside of her as he worked them inside her core. "imagine later, me doing this to you all over again except it's my mouth on you, tasting you, drinking you in. i already know how divine your blood tastes, freyja, but i bet this can't compare. i'll eat you out for hours, until you're in touch with your body. that could take. . . mm, days? weeks? i'll do it."

she was so wet, and all for him. malcolm hadn't realised quite how torturous this would be for him, wanting to do so much more for her whilst his own painfully hard cock pressed against his pants. but he could wait. he wanted her to come undone, to focus on her pleasure. his would come, in time.

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Freyja pressed her lips into a thin line as she nodded at his words. She understood. She did. And as much as she wanted to talk to him, Freyja wasn't going to force him to speak to her. She did wonder, however, what the talk would be like. What he'd ask or what he'd want to know. If it would be... productive, in any way.

"Okay." She said, quietly, as she fell in step beside him on the sidewalk. Freyja wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to comfort herself as they walked next to one another. Her cheeks flared with heat, not meaning to. But it had been so long since she'd been near him. And being this close to him... well, it brought up memories of when they were closer, once.

"I... I don't know where to start." She admitted to him, her eyes shifting to look towards him. "What would you like to know or... to ask?"

Matthias exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold night air. Did he want to? That was a loaded question— but talking was the only way to get answers, to stop carrying the weight of what happened like an open wound. At least he hoped. But the part of him that still ached hesitated. He glanced away, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know if I’ll ever feel ready,” he admitted, quieter now. “But if I keep waiting for that, it’s never gonna happen.” There was honesty in his words, a rare kind he didn’t offer easily. He hadn’t planned for this conversation, but fate—or whatever cruel force ran Port Leary—had thrown them together again. His hands flexed in his pockets before he nodded, more to himself than to her. “Yeah. Let’s talk.” His voice was steady, but something uncertain lingered beneath it. He gestured down the sidewalk. “Walk with me?” It felt easier that way— to move, to not face everything head-on all at once.

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Freyja hummed and nodded in agreement. It was a small town. Although, she was a bit surprised to see Matthias walking around so late. She wanted to ask him questions. To see how he was doing. To see what was causing him to be up and not sleeping. Not only that, but she wanted to know what his life had been like after she... after she ruined it. But she kept her mouth closed, knowing that bombarding him with questions would only make things worse between them.

When he said her name, her stomach flipped; heat pressing against her cheeks and she was suddenly glad that they were standing in the dark with only small amounts of light so that he couldn't see the way she reacted to it.

"I... I mean, I think we should talk but do you even want to, Matthias?" Freyja asked, her voice cracking slightly. She didn't want to force him. She didn't want him to feel like he had to because they'd run into each other again. "I want to talk to you. So bad. But I don't want you to feel like you have to if you're not ready."

Matthias hadn’t been expecting to see her again, at least not like this. The cold night air nipped at his face, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket as he walked without a real destination. When he heard her voice, he stopped, his steps halting like an unspoken question had been thrown into the space between them. For a moment, he didn’t respond, his gaze searching hers in the dim glow of the streetlights. There was no immediate anger, no accusation—just a quiet intensity as he considered what to say. The months had dulled the raw edges of his emotions, but they hadn’t erased them. He was still trying to piece it all together, to figure out what he even wanted from this. From her. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low but steady. “Guess not.” He glanced away briefly, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might’ve been a dry smile—or maybe just an attempt at one. “Small town, huh? Hard to go anywhere without running into someone.” The weight of the moment wasn’t lost on him, and he could feel the tension settling into his chest. But he didn’t walk away this time. Instead, he shifted his stance, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as he looked back at her. “Freyja,” he started, the name carrying more weight than he intended. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as if trying to untangle his thoughts. “Look, I—this isn’t exactly how I pictured… talking to you again. But maybe we should. Talk, I mean.” There it was. An olive branch, tentative but real. For all his confusion and lingering hurt, he couldn’t deny that part of him still wanted answers—and maybe even a way forward, whatever that might look like.

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♾️ - A random headcanon about our characters' relationship. (bc my inbox hates me and didn't show this to me) @matthiasxdc

Matthias is Freyja's first and only relationship. She likes to believe that she was in love with him, but she wonders if it was a teenage love or if it was something real. She'd hidden part of herself from him and her mind likes to play with her, telling her that the relationship wasn't real due to this. With that being said, Freyja currently feels like any kiss she shares with anyone is considered cheating. Are they still together? No. Not even close. But seeing Matthias again, knowing she is in the same town as him, makes her feel like she's doing something wrong if she kisses someone else. Because what if they do get through this incredible hardship and fall in love again? How will she explain herself?

Not that she believes it'll happen. She believes that Matthias hates her and will hate her for as long as they are alive. He might even end up killing her. And if he tries... Freyja is inclined to let him.

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She squealed as she felt his fingers press into her again and then moaned. She hadn't felt this good in so long. Hadn't allowed herself to feel this good. And now that Malcolm was offering... Freyja couldn't bring herself to say no. She was still slightly worried that it would cause their friendship to shift in some way but... she trusted Malcolm. She trusted that he wouldn't do this with her unless he was absolutely certain.

Warmth pooled into her stomach, downward below her hips. Freyja rocked her body against his hand, whimpering as the pleasure increased with his thumb against her clit. She wanted it so bad but she feared that it wouldn't happen. That he'd get frustrated because of how long it took her. And then what if her magic suddenly came back? What if by doing this, it would cause it to resurface?

His voice brought her back but she still struggled to focus. "I'm trying..." She whined as she squeezed her eyes shut. She moved her hands to his arm, gripping it tightly as her body tensed, relaxed, and then tensed again against his hand. Butterflies slammed against the walls of her stomach again at the good girl comment and she gasped as she felt the pleasure intensify. "M-more. Please, more." She could feel just how wet she was getting as it dripped passed his fingers and against her own skin.

he watched her carefully, every little movement of her facial features, drinking in her body language and each buck of her hips. malcolm loved how needy she was, wishing he could give her what he knew would send her over the edge. one day, hopefully soon and if she trusted him with drinking from her again, perhaps he would.

both, she had almost whined, so the vampire took a moment to fix the position of his hand slightly and pushed his fingers back inside of her, the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles into her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her. "then both you shall get." fingers worked over her, head dipping low to kiss along her jaw, and at her neck just below her earlobe. to any onlookers, it would just seem he was whispering in her ear.

"i know that you can do this, sweet freyja. i know you can finish for me. take your time, relax, breathe. just let yourself feel, let the pleasure do it for you and stop thinking so much. let go, and you'll reach it." a beat, as he watched her for a moment. "that's it, good girl. you feel it getting closer?"

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Freyja whimpered as she felt a finger sink into her again. He grip on his wrist tightened, her hips bucking forward, needing more. Again, she was embarrassed by her own body and the sudden urges that it had. Freyja didn't understand it, nor did she understand how her and Malcolm had suddenly created a space for it.

Before he had bitten her, Freyja always thought he was attractive. But she'd never pushed it. She would force any form of intimate thought of him down and away; burning it within her mind so that it never came out again. Never in all the time they'd known each other did she think he'd want to do this with her. Part of her still didn't believe it, even as he pushed another finger into her.

She let her dark hair create a curtain around her face as the waiter came back to the table. Freyja forced her breaths to even out, even as her heart hammered against her chest. She barely even noticed him conversing with the waiter, ordering them more drinks. When he pulled his fingers out of her, she whined, her eyes jerking up to meet his in protest. But then they were on her clit and she groaned, her forehead pressing into his shoulder. She shook her head at the command to eat. She didn't want to. Freyja just wanted his hands on her. "Both." She couldn't pick; too overwhelmed by what his fingers were doing to her.

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave as she confirmed what she meant, fingers pressing back between her thighs and under her panties. Malcolm sunk a finger into her, teasing with slow thrusts before adding another digit. He picked up speed, leaning forward so that if anyone were to look, it seemed like he just had his hand on her thigh.

The waiter came back over with the mains and made small conversation, asked them if they required anymore drinks, if the appetiser had been okay, if they need anything else with their mains. Malcolm ordered them another drink each, and water for the table whilst barely slowing down his movements under the table, fingers pressing deep inside of Freyja.

If they were at home, he would have her on her back, he'd be using his fingers and his mouth to ensure she reached that high but right now, he was doing all he could without crawling under the table. Mal pulled his fingers out again, refocusing instead on her sweet spot, moving his fingers in circular motions. He started slow, but soon sped up. God, he wanted to get under this fucking table. As he rubbed her clit, the waiter came back to set their drinks down. "Thank you." Malcolm spoke, taking a sip of his drink and a bite of his food with his free hand. "Eat." He commanded again, once the waiter had left. "Which feels better for you, inside or your clit?" He asked in a hushed tone, quiet enough so that only she would hear.

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She did as he asked, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. At the question, Freyja shook her head back and forth. "No. No, that's not what I meant." She insisted as she felt him pull his fingers out of her. She sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "No. I just meant... you want me to-- orgasm. And I don't know if I can..." Embarrassment washed over her and she lowered her eyes from his.

Pleasure wasn't something that Freyja had much experience in, even by herself. For years, she avoided anything that would cause her to have any form of heightened emotions due to her magic. It had been erratic and out of control. But now... not it was pretty much nonexistent.

Freyja licked her lips and nodded. She trusted him. She trusted that Malcolm knew what he was doing and that he meant what he was saying to her. And the idea of doing this in public... Well, it created a form of excitement in her that she hadn't felt in years. Freyja just had a hard time acknowledging and admitting it. "Go." She whispered as she tugged on his wrist, pushing his fingers upward, in between her thighs again. "Please, go."

I can't. It was enough for him to pause, remove his fingers from her core but keep his hand resting there, looking over her. "Look at me. You can say no, you can tell me to stop. Is that what you want? For me to stop?" He questioned softly, feeling horrible about potentially misreading the entire situation. He hoped he hadn't, he hadn't thought that he had, especially with the way Freyja's body responded to him before he had ever even touched her.

He'd been with many partners in the past that would say that words I can't take this but beg him not to stop, if this was the same he'd continue, but if not he would remove his hand immediately, and spend the rest of their days apologising to Freyja for misreading things as badly as he had done. "We can wait until later, or not do this at all if that's what makes you feel better. Or, we can do this, because I know we can get away with it. If we don't, I'll make them forget what they saw - the whole restaurant if I have to." The risk of getting caught was the thrill, but if getting caught was truly what she was worried about she could make them forget it. Their seat in the back of the restaurant was very closed off, with all but a few people facing away from them.

Ultimately, it was Freyja's decision, and he would respect it either way without hesitation. "Stop, or go?" He asked, hand retracting to rest on her upper thigh again, fingers now wet with her desire.

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Tugging her jacket around her, Freyja continued to walk the streets of the town. It was late at night but she wasn't necessarily worried of people bothering her. She'd tried to sleep earlier but had tossed and turned until she knew it was useless trying any longer. Ever since her run in with her ex, she was riddled with anxiety and stress. And if that wasn't already bad, the fact that her magic hadn't even woken up in her body from it made it worse.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she lifted her gaze, noticing him. Again. Yes, Port Leiry was a small town, but she hadn't expected to run into him again. To see him, out at night. "Hi." Freyja said quietly, although, she wasn't quite sure what else to say. "Couldn't sleep either?"