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World of Darkness: Attrition - Sheep's Clothing [FIN]


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A grin crossed Dec's lips as he took her hand in his and started the walk back to the restaurant and their parked vehicles. They walked in silence, comfortable yet with an edge of anticipation in the occasional glances they stole at each other. Dec fought the urge to just pick up the girl and run with her back to the vehicles, but some gentler, playful instinct kept him in check.

He led August over to his bike, and she hesitated for just a second before climbing on behind him. Her skirt was short, and riding a motorcycle, even pillion, was not something she had ever done before. But whatever wildness her date had in him, some was jumping to her too, whether by pheromones or some other alchemy. He passed her his jacket.

"Keeps the wind and the bugs out." he said with a grin. It smelled like him: somewhat woodsy, a hint of whatever herb-scented soap he used, and the unmistakeable tone of Male underneath the other smells, at once reassuring and exciting. August slipped it on, then put her arms around his torso as he straightened the bike off the kickstand. She felt his muscles move like flexible steel under the thin shirt as he took the machine's weight and kicked it into life, the rumble of the engine a mechanical counterpoint to the rumble she felt under her hands around him as she held on tight. Dec felt her press against him, her head tucked in between his shoulders as they sped through the L.A night, heading down Santa Monica Boulevard. The solidity of his body made a good windbreak.

The bike's engine changed pitch as he pulled into the parking lot next to Santa Monica pier and parked up. "Here we are." Dec told August as the rumble of the bike cut off. "This is the first place I actually saw an ocean." He grinned as he dismounted and helped her off.

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Leftovers were finally disposed of, left in August's trunk until they were done seeing LA. That detail attended to, August was only a little wary of hopping on the motorcycle. She'd not had the opportunity to ride on before, tending to date the Porsche and Jaguar set up to now. She was nervous about doing this without a helmet, but August enjoyed the ride immensely, her thighs cradling Dec's in a strange embrace as she held herself close to him. The warmth of his body and jacket kept the night chill from being more than an annoyance.

She was delighted when they parked at the pier and she heard why. She loved the ocean herself; a goal in life was to have a house on the beach so that she could live next to it all the time. She'd spent many a summer night sleeping on the beach when life with her aunt had gotten too tough and she'd just needed to get away.

She kept his hand in hers as they walked out onto the pier. There was a ghost here; there usually was one around the water, but this one ignored her. The woman stared out to sea, tears tracking down her face. Her angst wasn't hard to guess, but August shut that out for now. Tonight was about her life, not another's death.

At the end of the pier, she put an arm on the railing and inhaled. "I see why you like this," she said, smiling. "I love the ocean, myself. Especially the warm ocean." She looked up at him, feeling a tingle of anticipation.

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Dec leaned on the rail beside her and looked out over the water, feeling the moon-drenched dark waves roll over his consciousness, then looked down at her with a smile. The tingling fire of the Rahlunim coursing in his blood was echoed in the shimmer of the uratha's gaze, giving the silver eyes a fierce, almost predatory cast.

A warm hand slid under the coat and around August's waist, drawing her closer to him as he bent his head to hers. A low, passionate growl rose in Dec's throat as their lips met in a gentle kiss.

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She wasn't sure if the gleaming cast in his eyes scared or thrilled her, but she didn't pull away. His arm around her was a heated bar of steel, and she bent around it slightly as he pulled her. Her heightened senses, awoken by the stimulation she'd been getting in increasing doses all night, recorded each sensation as they sizzled over her nerves: the rasp of their clothing over more-distant sounds of the city; the scent of sea and male teasing her nose; the feral shine in his bright eyes; the feel of his body under her hands as she slipped them up his chest, neck and into his hair; and the taste of his lips, all male and something wild. August sank against him for a moment, enjoying their first kiss, trying to record every moment.

When she broke, she realized her toes ached from standing on tiptoe without heeding the duration, and she sank back into her heels as she leaned into him. Her arms remained around his neck as her fingers played with his hair, learning his unique texture and feel. Words felt unnecessary, and she turned her head so she could watch the dark sea. The moment was good, and she was reluctant to change it.

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Dec kept his arm around her waist, the feel, taste and smell of August emblazoned across his senses. He rested his chin lightly atop her head, eyes half-closed and distant, seeing yet not seeing the moonlit sea. Like August, he too was reluctant to change the moment. The storm of sound and fury that was his soul was temporarily stilled in that moment as he breathed in the woman wrapped in his arm.

Whatever comes after this, whatever has come before this: the moment is worthwhile. By itself, this is worthwhile. he mused to himself, shifting slightly to make August more comfortable against him.

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They held themselves like that for a while, enjoying the night and each other. But even worthwhile and perfect moments have to end, and this one had no protection. Slowly, the two walked back to the bike, and then Declan took them back to her car.

There, they made another sweet moment with another kiss - or maybe two - before Declan gave her his number. August was warmed by this further trust he was displaying in her, and gave him a dazzling smile for it. They promised to call, and then parted, after August gave Declan his leftovers.

As they sped off to their respective homes, both reflected on the night. August had her head packed full of information, most of it nigh unbelievable. She was waiting for Declan to show her his life before she put too much of her heart on the line, but that wasn't at the top of her mind tonight. She was filled with the wild elation of the birth of hope.

She clicked on the radio -

She almost shut it off; she really didn't like this song. But her mood was too good tonight, and softly, she started to hum it. Before the song was done, she started to sing along, grinning and enjoying the music for once. Tonight, she heard the love and hope in the song, not the death.

She should have listened to both.

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