Fic: The Door Thatās Shut Between Us
Fandom: Dracula, Dracula the Un-dead
Tags: Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort, Past Cheating, Marriage Problems, Drunk Sex, Itās Complicated, Implied DracuMina
Jonathan stumbles into the house, late, well past midnight. Again.
Mina sighs as she sets down her book on her lap. Bothered by visions of some macabre future sheās powerless to stop, and unable to stand being up in her lonely bedchambers a moment longer, she tried to distract herself by reading in the downstairs drawing room. Something light and cheery to take her mind far, far away from here and the consequences of her bad decisions that she continues to make.
For a moment, the two of them stare at each other.
In his early 40s, Jonathanās dark hair is streaked with silver again, and the vivid night of his near-black eyes has long faded to a dull void. Mina can smell the whisky from here. Heightened senses and the like, as much of a testament to what she has done as her eternally youthful appearance. She still looks for all the world like a young woman in her early twenties, back when she was too young to resist the charms of a centuries-old vampire but too old to not know better.
Tonight is another bad decision in the making.
āHi,ā Jonathan slurs, swaying unsteadily on his feet. Mina simply nods in acknowledgment.
He might just go on to bed. For once.
Many years ago, when they were just children, they shared their entire world with each other. Now they slept in separate bedchambers. Mina has the sudden, wild thought that she canāt bear enduring another morning waking up alone. Specifically, waking up without Jonathan lying next to her. Despite his extremely disheveled appearance, unshaven jawline, and lines on his face resulting from age and trauma, Mina thinks her husband is as handsome as heās ever been. Or maybe thatās just the loneliness talking.
She knows how this is going to go.
It will not be the first time.
āIām grateful to see you are home and not in some cell,ā she says cooly, forcing her wits about her. āPublic intoxication is even worse when you are a lawyer.ā
āHeh.ā Jonathan just gives her a slight, lopsided smirk and shrugs with little care. Suddenly, he looks boyish.
This longing she has for her own husband is now tainted, because it is the same longing that jeopardized her marriage in the first place. She canāt let it happen again. Every time it doesā¦
She stands up and straightens her skirts, book now closed in one hand, determined to go back to bed maintaining her dignity. āGood night, Mr. Harker.ā
Jonathan suddenly sways too much to one side and topples over. With an unnatural quickness, Mina is across the room and grabs him before he can hit the floor.
Here she has been hoping to avoid all contact with him. She sighs with resignation. Well, it canāt be helped now. She's starting to think he does this on purpose.
āC-come now,ā she says, feeling her cheeks heat with an embarrassing warmth. āIt wonāt do to have you crack your skull open.ā
āAw, you do care,ā Jonathan says with a drunk giggle that borders on near hysteria.
āOur son will be upset if you were injured,ā Mina retorts.
Jonathan has a habit of writing lengthy letters to Quincey as if trying to be a devoted parent from across the English Channel while the boy is away at school. Quincey has complained on several occasions that while he appreciates his fatherās well-meaning concerns, itās embarrassing to read for a lad who is about to turn twenty and is grown enough to be out on his own in the world.
āAnd you wonāt be?ā Jonathan presses, teasing. He pushes a little against her, and the heat of his body makes Mina shiver.
āOf course!ā Her voice squeaks, irritation flaring to quickly replace the growing alarm that this situation is starting to spiral out of control again. āCome on then, letās get you to bed.ā
Jonathan groans as Mina, shockingly easily, hauls him toward the stairs. āI donāt wanna,ā he whines with flimsy resistance.
Though Mina possesses a strength that cannot be explained for a woman her size, it does not negate the awkwardness of hauling a man almost a full foot taller than her up the grand staircase. So when he stumbles the moment they reach the first immediate landing, he takes her down with him.
Minaās breath bursts out of her lungs when she hits the carpet. It takes her a moment to recover. When she does, Jonathanās face is buried in between her breasts.
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