Insomnia 2 PG Mick/Coraline
Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:48 pm
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight. I'm just playing with the toys. No money comes from this, just the enjoyment of writing.
Many, many thanks to the fabulous Luxe de Luxe for agreeing to beta this piece.
So, without further delay
Insomnia 2
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mick/Coraline
Coraline walked up the steps to the door of her residence--their residence now. She signed with relief as she escaped the blazing L.A. sun into the coolness of the foyer. Her butler closed the door softly behind her.
“Good afternoon, Madam,” he said with the little bow.
“Godfrey, where is my husband?” she asked "and I believe I asked you to address me as Mrs. St. John now that I'm married.”
“Yes, Mrs. St. John. I’m sorry, I don’t know where Mr. St. John is. I've not seen him since yesterday.”
“Very well. My driver has several containers of liquid that need to be refrigerated immediately. See that it is sent directly to the kitchen and stored accordingly.”
“As you wish, Madam. Will there be anything else?”
Shaking her head, she ascended the winding staircase, leaving no doubt in Godfrey's mind as to who was in charge in this house.
As she changed, she pondered what had gotten into her new husband. She couldn't fathom why Mick was so upset about his new condition. She was sure she'd explained the pleasures and powers he'd gained, but he didn't seem to want it. He even withdrew from her. He wasn't the first of her fledglings to respond this way but she utterly rejected that it could be due to any failure of on her part. Taking the back stairs to the kitchen, she retrieved a bottle her driver brought from the refrigerator and lowered it into a cloth satchel she brought with her. Securing the strap on her shoulder, she went to find Mick. There was a lot to accomplish and not a lot of time if there was to be time for a nap before the evening arrangements she'd made.
Coraline thought of how her sire had been opposed to her intention to turn Mick, angrily asking if she had learned nothing from her many fledgling failures. No matter. They were not on the best of terms, anyway. She would not be told who she could and could not turn and was not going to admit defeat--at least, not yet. Deciding she'd been too hasty in disposing of other fledglings who rejected their new life, she resolved to be more patient with Mick. After all, she told herself, I take take a longer view and Mick's worth it.
She expected marriage to Mick to be a lot more fun. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she opened the door to the basement and the damp smell of mold and earth assailed her nose from below, reminding her of cellars she'd slept in during her first century in Europe. She didn’t like being reminded of those days. She dark basement appeared empty, but he was here. She walked down the circular metal stairs to the concrete floor below. Illumination was provided by a single bulb suspended on a wire that could be turned on from the top of the stairs or below. Lighting wasn't necessary for her--or him and these days, her husband preferred lighting to match his mood. Spotting her fledgling seated in the corner behind some pipes, Coraline walked over and sat down nest to him on the cold concrete.
Showtime.
“Oh, Baby,” she said softly, and reached up to touch his face gently. At first he recoiled from her touch, but when she continued to stroke his face, his resistance crumbled and he leaned into her touch, but not understanding his reactions but craving the comfort her touch provided.
“I looked for you before I left for the meeting at the bank this morning. You knew I wanted you to go with me. You need to know the details of our finances. How long have you been down here?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Mick muttered, clearly resenting his need for her and wearing his misery like a shroud.
“I brought you something,” she said, drawing a bottle of crimson fluid from the satchel and opening it. She didn’t have to see his eyes flash white, as she felt the echo of his hunger.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, taking the bottle from her and drinking deeply.
“I bought it this morning--after the meeting, from a contact at a local hospital.”
He looked down into the depths of the liquid, “Is there more?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s yours if you want it but only if you come upstairs, clean up and shave,” she smiled at him “come on, you will feel much better after a shower and some fresh clothes.”
Nodding, he allowed her to lead him upstairs.
Moments later, he met her in the kitchen looking much more like the man she had married.
There was a large glass of blood poured on the kitchen table and he sat down and drained it quickly. She refilled it and sat down beside him.
“Can I feed like this all the time?“ he asked, not taking his eyes off the glass.
“I wouldn’t recommend it. Blood collected like this is…inferior. For one thing, it isn’t as fresh as what comes directly from the vein of a live donor. Even though I bought it this morning, it was taken from the donors hours or even days before and we have less control over the donor’s physical condition.”
Arranging her face into as compassionate expression as she could manage, she reached across and placed both of her hands on one of his. “Mick, I know you think I don’t understand, but I do. Remember when I told you how your emotions would be raw at first, and the blood lust will be the strongest in the early stage? You are having a harder time adjusting than I thought you would and the way we have to feed is causing you the most difficulty right now. Am I right?”
He nodded, raising his eyes to hers cautiously.
“I thought so,” she said, nodding. “Every person who is Turned reacts differently, but the transition is rarely without some problems.”
There was much she'd not tried to teach Mick yet. She had not taught him the basics required to move past his bloodlust, and acknowledged to herself that she had to do better in that. Still trying to adjust to the strong stimuli his enhanced senses provided, Mick also had no conception of the power and control she wielded as his Sire and was still interpreting his dependence on her as love, in spite of his horror at her ‘wedding gift.‘ Fine. She resolved to do nothing to dissuade him of his sentimental feelings on this point, as it was another aspect of the situation that worked to her advantage.
“I can’t see humans the way you do--just as food. I used to be one of them. People I cared about still are.”
She pondered, then nodded. “What if I make arrangements for you to feed this way while you adjust. Does that sound good?”
He nodded, relieved. “Thank you.”
“Promise me something, will you?”
“If I can.”
“Promise that you'll try to work with me. We can get past this, but you have to meet me half way.”
There were shafts of sunlight in her voice and he recalled the love he had felt a matter of days before but that was a lifetime ago (and he had not yet learned that sunlight was now a danger. It burned.)
He nodded slowly. “I promise, Coraline.”
“Good!” her lovely face lit up with another smile and somehow he couldn‘t see that it didn‘t quite reach her eyes, “I have a surprise for you! The man we were going to meet this morning is wealthy, influential, and one of us. He and I have known each other for a long time and he manages my… now our money. I wanted you to meet him, and I wanted him to meet you. He is having a party at his home this evening and we have been invited. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Mick smiled at his wife’s obvious joy. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s my guy!“ she said. “You need to get out more, meet others like us. You will see that things are not as dark and depressing as you think.”
Mick took both of her small hands in his. “I’m sorry.“ he said softly.
Coraline frowned slightly, not understanding.
“This hasn’t been much of a marriage so far. This ’eternity’ thing is more than a little…overwhelming, but...if you want me to be your partner in this, I guess I'd better get started. What time do we have to be at the party at this guy’s house and what did you say his name was? Carson?“
“Kostan. Josef Kostan. The party will start at eight, but I thought that we would have time for a nap first.”
“A nap…” he considered. “Maybe, if we work together, we can find a better way to pass the time...”
“We can always be late…” Coraline suggested. This was more like it!
Much later, Mick watched as his beautiful wife climb into their freezer.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“In a minute,” he said.
All marriages require adjustments, he thought, theirs more than most, but as long as his wife loved him, and he was certain he loved her, they could work through anything.
This wasn’t something either of them needed to lose sleep over.
fin
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Many, many thanks to the fabulous Luxe de Luxe for agreeing to beta this piece.
So, without further delay
Insomnia 2
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mick/Coraline
Coraline walked up the steps to the door of her residence--their residence now. She signed with relief as she escaped the blazing L.A. sun into the coolness of the foyer. Her butler closed the door softly behind her.
“Good afternoon, Madam,” he said with the little bow.
“Godfrey, where is my husband?” she asked "and I believe I asked you to address me as Mrs. St. John now that I'm married.”
“Yes, Mrs. St. John. I’m sorry, I don’t know where Mr. St. John is. I've not seen him since yesterday.”
“Very well. My driver has several containers of liquid that need to be refrigerated immediately. See that it is sent directly to the kitchen and stored accordingly.”
“As you wish, Madam. Will there be anything else?”
Shaking her head, she ascended the winding staircase, leaving no doubt in Godfrey's mind as to who was in charge in this house.
As she changed, she pondered what had gotten into her new husband. She couldn't fathom why Mick was so upset about his new condition. She was sure she'd explained the pleasures and powers he'd gained, but he didn't seem to want it. He even withdrew from her. He wasn't the first of her fledglings to respond this way but she utterly rejected that it could be due to any failure of on her part. Taking the back stairs to the kitchen, she retrieved a bottle her driver brought from the refrigerator and lowered it into a cloth satchel she brought with her. Securing the strap on her shoulder, she went to find Mick. There was a lot to accomplish and not a lot of time if there was to be time for a nap before the evening arrangements she'd made.
Coraline thought of how her sire had been opposed to her intention to turn Mick, angrily asking if she had learned nothing from her many fledgling failures. No matter. They were not on the best of terms, anyway. She would not be told who she could and could not turn and was not going to admit defeat--at least, not yet. Deciding she'd been too hasty in disposing of other fledglings who rejected their new life, she resolved to be more patient with Mick. After all, she told herself, I take take a longer view and Mick's worth it.
She expected marriage to Mick to be a lot more fun. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she opened the door to the basement and the damp smell of mold and earth assailed her nose from below, reminding her of cellars she'd slept in during her first century in Europe. She didn’t like being reminded of those days. She dark basement appeared empty, but he was here. She walked down the circular metal stairs to the concrete floor below. Illumination was provided by a single bulb suspended on a wire that could be turned on from the top of the stairs or below. Lighting wasn't necessary for her--or him and these days, her husband preferred lighting to match his mood. Spotting her fledgling seated in the corner behind some pipes, Coraline walked over and sat down nest to him on the cold concrete.
Showtime.
“Oh, Baby,” she said softly, and reached up to touch his face gently. At first he recoiled from her touch, but when she continued to stroke his face, his resistance crumbled and he leaned into her touch, but not understanding his reactions but craving the comfort her touch provided.
“I looked for you before I left for the meeting at the bank this morning. You knew I wanted you to go with me. You need to know the details of our finances. How long have you been down here?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Mick muttered, clearly resenting his need for her and wearing his misery like a shroud.
“I brought you something,” she said, drawing a bottle of crimson fluid from the satchel and opening it. She didn’t have to see his eyes flash white, as she felt the echo of his hunger.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, taking the bottle from her and drinking deeply.
“I bought it this morning--after the meeting, from a contact at a local hospital.”
He looked down into the depths of the liquid, “Is there more?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s yours if you want it but only if you come upstairs, clean up and shave,” she smiled at him “come on, you will feel much better after a shower and some fresh clothes.”
Nodding, he allowed her to lead him upstairs.
Moments later, he met her in the kitchen looking much more like the man she had married.
There was a large glass of blood poured on the kitchen table and he sat down and drained it quickly. She refilled it and sat down beside him.
“Can I feed like this all the time?“ he asked, not taking his eyes off the glass.
“I wouldn’t recommend it. Blood collected like this is…inferior. For one thing, it isn’t as fresh as what comes directly from the vein of a live donor. Even though I bought it this morning, it was taken from the donors hours or even days before and we have less control over the donor’s physical condition.”
Arranging her face into as compassionate expression as she could manage, she reached across and placed both of her hands on one of his. “Mick, I know you think I don’t understand, but I do. Remember when I told you how your emotions would be raw at first, and the blood lust will be the strongest in the early stage? You are having a harder time adjusting than I thought you would and the way we have to feed is causing you the most difficulty right now. Am I right?”
He nodded, raising his eyes to hers cautiously.
“I thought so,” she said, nodding. “Every person who is Turned reacts differently, but the transition is rarely without some problems.”
There was much she'd not tried to teach Mick yet. She had not taught him the basics required to move past his bloodlust, and acknowledged to herself that she had to do better in that. Still trying to adjust to the strong stimuli his enhanced senses provided, Mick also had no conception of the power and control she wielded as his Sire and was still interpreting his dependence on her as love, in spite of his horror at her ‘wedding gift.‘ Fine. She resolved to do nothing to dissuade him of his sentimental feelings on this point, as it was another aspect of the situation that worked to her advantage.
“I can’t see humans the way you do--just as food. I used to be one of them. People I cared about still are.”
She pondered, then nodded. “What if I make arrangements for you to feed this way while you adjust. Does that sound good?”
He nodded, relieved. “Thank you.”
“Promise me something, will you?”
“If I can.”
“Promise that you'll try to work with me. We can get past this, but you have to meet me half way.”
There were shafts of sunlight in her voice and he recalled the love he had felt a matter of days before but that was a lifetime ago (and he had not yet learned that sunlight was now a danger. It burned.)
He nodded slowly. “I promise, Coraline.”
“Good!” her lovely face lit up with another smile and somehow he couldn‘t see that it didn‘t quite reach her eyes, “I have a surprise for you! The man we were going to meet this morning is wealthy, influential, and one of us. He and I have known each other for a long time and he manages my… now our money. I wanted you to meet him, and I wanted him to meet you. He is having a party at his home this evening and we have been invited. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Mick smiled at his wife’s obvious joy. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s my guy!“ she said. “You need to get out more, meet others like us. You will see that things are not as dark and depressing as you think.”
Mick took both of her small hands in his. “I’m sorry.“ he said softly.
Coraline frowned slightly, not understanding.
“This hasn’t been much of a marriage so far. This ’eternity’ thing is more than a little…overwhelming, but...if you want me to be your partner in this, I guess I'd better get started. What time do we have to be at the party at this guy’s house and what did you say his name was? Carson?“
“Kostan. Josef Kostan. The party will start at eight, but I thought that we would have time for a nap first.”
“A nap…” he considered. “Maybe, if we work together, we can find a better way to pass the time...”
“We can always be late…” Coraline suggested. This was more like it!
Much later, Mick watched as his beautiful wife climb into their freezer.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“In a minute,” he said.
All marriages require adjustments, he thought, theirs more than most, but as long as his wife loved him, and he was certain he loved her, they could work through anything.
This wasn’t something either of them needed to lose sleep over.
fin
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Mick's signature self-loathing already up and running, but....he felt he was in love with Coraline, and was willing to try to make a go of it initially. We see his preference for bottled blood start here.....as a gift from Coraline. Huh....who'd a thunk it? 
Excellent work! 