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[nowmakeyourpeace]

Help Yourself to Me

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The fact that this gorgeous hunk of a man drove a damn Maserati to a dive bar made her laugh. A sound that became even more pronounced when she realised that there was a giant cat just hanging out on top of it. 

“Guard cat, huh. Was the idea of an alarm too mainstream or is this just to impress people?” Shadow’s purrs were deep and rich, momentarily reminding her of how Mister had the same kind of purr--

Nope. He’s gone. Don’t think about his cat or him. Accept it. 

“If it is, it works. He’s gorgeous.”

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Would you have sex with James Cavanaugh?

“Yes. I’d also make sure that I had on a good coat because tree bark? Definitely messes up your back.”

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She was angry, hurting, and scared. She didn't mean to lash out at James and shame colored her cheeks as she averted her gaze. 

"Why are they so hellbent on capturing half breeds?" she asked softly. James always refused to tell her, but didn't she have a right to know now? She wanted to know what she was going to face when someone came to get her.

Absently, she scratched at where the collar around her neck sat, the chain attached to the wall rattling. She was chained to one side of the cell and James the other; she was sure it was done on purpose to further their misery. They were close enough to barely touch one another; it made her feel alone and part of her whispered that was exactly what they wanted.

"Why do I matter to them? I've… refused my heritage my whole life…"

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Kekipi looked over at the man that sat a few bar stools away from her. She tilted her head a little, taking a sip of her drinks before softly humming. It was piratically empty there so they could talk without being bothered. “Huh.. Never met a supernatural like you before,” she mused softly, smirking a little, turning in the bar stool so she was leaned up against the bar, her elbows resting on the bar. His scent was totally different from what she’s used to.

“What are you exactly?”

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A foolish part of her had hoped James felt the same way she did. She’d nearly convinced herself that he did; reading into small actions. However, she’d been wrong and while he did nothing so cruel as to strike her or shove her away in disgust, she wished he would have. It would have hurt less, she thought.

Shame colored her cheeks a deep red and her chest tightened painfully, smoke curling up from her nostrils as she took another step back from him.

She’d never kissed anyone before, despite having wanted to countless times. She shouldn’t have been surprised that when she finally got up the courage to do so, that the other person would want no part of it.

“Right... sorry,” she muttered, voice weak as she’d nearly choked on the words. She shuffled back yet another step, gaze cast to the ground as she rapidly blinked several times, doing her best to keep her tears at bay.

Should have known better.

Clearing her throat, she forced her attention back to him, expression neutral as she shut him out. “So... where are we going next?” she asked, steering them back to the matter at hand and firmly ignoring the mistake she’d just made.

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"I will not make you choose between us, Wynonna."

Wynonna nearly glared at James. What is it with men?

“I’m sorry when did it seem like I was making any kind of choice? Was there some sort of signal I didn’t see?”

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With a squeal, she flailed in his grasp, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. "James! Put me down!" She pounded on his back and tried to sit up, but failed and after a moment stopped fighting. "You're an ass…" 

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James glanced down at the photograph, then back at the woman. It was her, though she was so much tinier than he had been anticipating. So fragile-looking. He didn't know when precisely the Ouroboros agents were going to make their move, but he knew they were likely close. His contact had not given him much time to prepare. Stuffing the photograph in the pocket of his bomber jacket, he pasted what he hoped was a nonthreatening smile on his face as he strode towards her. "Melody Summers?" 

Still clearing a table after the departure of the last lunch rush customers, the petite waitress paused, looking up at the approaching man. He didn't look familiar; she'd never forget a man as huge as him. 

Frowning, she finished stacking the dishes on the table before turning to face him properly, "yes?"