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Kaine. He's missing, I have been searching. Looking for him since I surprised him but unable to find him. It takes me a while but I find him, finally, in a dark alley. The shape of his body familiar enough by now that it makes me stop, hesitate and pause before I drop from the rooftop into the alley and land silently. My nose wrinkles, the smell of booze and urine fill my nostrils as I move towards him. I creep forward, eyes taking in the bottle and the hint of hair on his cheeks as I approach him from behind. I understand him before I see him.

I don't talk to him, don't give him the chance before I strike out quick and sharp at a bundle of nerves. I murmur an apology as his body goes slack and I move forward to catch him. The bottle breaks and I pull him away from it before collapsing back against the building. He is heavy in my arms but I have carried heavier.

"Kaine," I murmur, a soft apology before I move his weight slightly. I struggle but it is a struggle that I can bear. Lifting the grapple gun, I fire it before hooking his body to mine. We fly together, slowly across the city and when he begins to stare I hit him again. It is only when we are safe back at my apartment that I will allow him to waken.

I place him in the shower, grunting at the weight and rubbing my shoulder at the tension. I glance looking around before my eyes settle on the cannister, taking the razor and foam I move over to him before straddling his waist. The cool of the tiles soothes me as I ignore the smell, the presence of him and concentrate on the task at hand. I do not slip, I shave him cleanly before I reach up, moving close to him before I press the on button.

He will be angry but I am ready. I will not allow him to destroy himself.

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onewhoisall

"Hn," Cassandra replied in vague disgruntled, disbelief. Running a hand down his arm, she tugged it back up before settling once again by his side. Drawing her knees up, she rested them against his thigh before curling into his side. Her hair was still damp, so was he but she didn't mind. He was still here, that was all that mattered. "No, no you're not. I like your face."

Her statement was simple and plain, her fingertips moving to touch his jaw before she scowled at him. "No beards."

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badtotheclone

I let her curl up against me, telling myself because it's not worth the fight and I don't want to upset her. She went through all the trouble to get me here and she's not going away, so pushing her away would be useless. I also know that I like this, that after telling myself I don't deserve to be close to anyone that this kind of nearness feels good. I shouldn't let it, but it does.

"If you don't want me to have a beard you can shave me then," I say, even though I don't mean that. It hardly takes any time or effort at all to burn the hair off of my face.

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onewhoisall

Extending one leg out, she curled her toes and stretched before allowing her leg to fall over his. The towel was damp against her bare legs but she didn't mind. It was a conscious act, deliberate to show that she meant to keep him here subtly or unsubtly. She didn't want him to sneak out if she fell asleep, she didn't want to have to find him tomorrow drunk somewhere and knock him unconscious again.

"Fine," Cass replied simply, lightly shrugging as she sat in perfect, calm silence. She glanced up at him, soft and gentle as she traced her fingers up along his jaw and across his lips before she finally spoke again. "You should eat, sleep and then tomorrow we start training."

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badtotheclone

The skin of my face feels especially sensitive after just being shaved and her touch feels odd. Softer than I would have thought. When her fingers touch my lips I'm suddenly reminded of when she kissed me. She seems to enjoy making me off balance.

"You're going to make me meditate or something, aren't you?" I say. "And I can't eat with you laying on me."

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onewhoisall

"Or something," Cassandra replied with a small smile that indicated that they were going to do something at least. Sliding her fingertips along his jawline, Cass let her hands fall away as she contemplated what they would do. What she had in mind was less about inner peace and calm and more about channelling that rage into something else possibly until he puked. Then she would teach him peace and calm. "Hn, I'm comfortable."

Cass scowled before she stretched, arching her back and wriggling in her seat. The jumper slid up her legs before she finally made an effort to move towards the kitchen. Mostly by using his lap to sit and balance on before placing her feet on the floor. "You'll stay?"

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badtotheclone

I narrow my eyes at the 'or something' comment. I'm fairly sure it's something incredibly horrible that she has planned that I won't find related to controlling my anger at all. Like I said, she likes messing with me.

All those kinds of thoughts are uninterrupted though when she starts squirming on my lap. I don't know if between the sweater and the movements she knows what she's doing to me. It's hard to tell with her because sometimes I think she does things to just fuck with my mind.

I'm going to need another cold shower soon.

"Yeah, fine," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "I'll stay. For today."

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onewhoisall

Her body comes to a point of stillness, hesitating in his lap before she turned her head to look at him in cool evaluation. Parting her lips gently, she made a soft noise before turning her palm over to caress his jaw with the back of her hand. Nodding seriously, she finally moved and stood.

Stretching up, the jumper rose with her arms and threatened more exposure than Kaine was perhaps comfortable with before she padded sleepily towards the kitchen. Shaking the water from her hair, she leaned up onto her tiptoes before looking at him curiously.

"And tomorrow, we begin tomorrow." Cass replied before scrunching up her face like she knew he liked. "Pizza? Unless you can... cook?"

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badtotheclone

The more she touches me, the more confused I am by them. The more it also makes me think and feel things I have no business thinking and feeling. That doesn't I like it any less. Isn't that the mistake I had just made?

"No, I don't cook," I tell her, standing up and moving over to the clothes she got out for me. They look like they'll fit. Dropping the towel I start to put them on.

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onewhoisall

Her lips tug into the smile, her head turning slightly and gaze falling over her shoulder as he dropped the towel. Her gaze lifted, moving down his body from his bare shoulders to the tips of his toes. Watching him carefully, her lips parted before she moved and reached for the phone quietly ordering for them both. Her eyes never leaving his body.

"I thought you said you can't take your clothes off in front of people," Cass replied, lips turning into a soft smile.

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badtotheclone

I'm tempted to turn and see if she's looking, but that seems... vain to me. I can hear her ordering pizza and besides, she's already made it clear that nudity isn't a big deal to her.

"I said you shouldn't. And I waited until your back was turned," I point out, pulling the shirt over my head. It all fits well enough. Tomorrow I'll go home and get some of my own clothes.

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onewhoisall

"Hn, so if your back was turned then I could be naked?" Cass asked lightly, leaning forward against the counter. The hem of her jumper rose as she stretched forward, scratching the back of her leg with one foot as she watched Kaine dress. "I will remember that."

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badtotheclone

"No. I was changing clothes and happened to be naked. You're just naked because... I don't know why. I guess you don't wear clothes or something at home and- will you put some pants on!"

I glance away again, annoyed because I'm sure she's doing that on purpose. She has to know what she's doing. She has to know it's... distracting and make me think... stuff. It wouldn't be such a problem if her nakedness wasn't so... nice.

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onewhoisall

Pressing her palms against the counter, she crossed her legs at her ankles and locked her legs as she lifted up onto her hands. Swinging her legs back down, Cass leaned against the counter and looked at him curiously as he glanced away. His body radiated annoyed, she wondered why.

"I wear clothes," Cass replied simply with a shrug. Just not all the time. And she didn't understand why it was an issue. Padding around the counter, Cass watched him curiously as he glanced away before she moved close beside him, moving into his field of vision. "Why? I'm wearing this."

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badtotheclone

Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair again. At this rate I'm going to go back to drinking and living in an alley she's driving me so crazy. It's not her fault either, I just need to get over... I don't know. Something.

"Just forget it," I say, shaking my head. "You can wear whatever you want. It's stupid of me to tell you anything else."

I'll just have to deal her being naked a lot of the time.

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onewhoisall

Raising her hand, she caught his as he brushed his fingers through his hair. Turning her head she studied the positioning of his hands and the way he did it with a sigh before she narrowed her eyes curiously at him. Leaning up onto her tiptoes, she let go of his hand and scrunched her nose up as she studied his reaction to her.

"Hn," Cass murmured, looking at him with narrow, suspicious eyes. "You... don't like what I wear?"

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badtotheclone

Now she's just being cute on purpose and that's not fair. It's like she's purposely doing all of this and then teasing me, like she doesn't realize it. I don't understand what's going on.

"Yes. No. That's not the point!" I say, throwing my hands up.

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onewhoisall

Cass dropped back to the ground, letting out a soft sigh at his words and at his mood before she rolled her eyes at him. Turning her head towards the door, she jerked her head slightly before indicating he should answer it when someone came.

"Hn," Cass replied before darting suddenly forward brushing her lips against his. Soft and sweet and yielding and too brief before she ducked out of the way. "You're an idiot."

Cass padded towards her bedroom, removing the jumper and dropping it carelessly onto the floor. She'd change then... idiot. "Answer the door."

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badtotheclone

It happens so quick I don't even know what to do or how to react. One second she's rolling her eyes and me and the next she's kissing me. Then she's gone again, stripping down and heading off to her room.

"You're crazy!" I call after her, although I don't know if I really mean it. She IS confusing though, at least to me. "I do not understand you at all."

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onewhoisall

Her head ducked around the corner, bare shoulder sloped gently as she leaned around the door, her body obscured but only just. Cass scrunched her face up at him, staring at him plainly.

"You don't listen," Cass replied before moving further into her room as she picked up a pair of training pants that he seemed to so badly want her to wear and a t-shirt. A knock on the door distracted her and she scowled a little. "Answer the door."

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badtotheclone

"Not understanding when you use body language doesn't count!" I called to her as I went to the door, trying hard not to think about what she looked like around that corner.

The guy at the door has the pizza and my stomach growls at the smell of it. It's been a while since I've had a decent meal and I didn't realize until now how much I've missed it.

I sign for the pizza and give him a generous tip before carrying it to the kitchen. No clue where the plates are but that's fine, I can eat it right out of the box if that's necessary.

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onewhoisall

Her lips tug into a smile at the childish call as she listens to the sounds in her apartment; the weight of his feet, the scrape of her own, the shuffle of the delivery guy. Her apartment feels full with life, warmth and ease unlike before when it was filled with tension and anxiety. She can help him, she knows she can or at least she believed she could.

"It does too," Cassandra replied simply, her voice at her usual level of noise before she padded back into the room. Indicating with her hand to the clothes now at least mostly covering her, she raised an eyebrow at him for his approval. "You should listen more carefully. It is simple."

Cass cut in front of him, brushing against his body before snagging the first slice of pizza.

From:

badtotheclone

Now she's just being a pain, showing me how she's dressed and making sure that I'm okay with it. She doesn't have to dress like a nun, just being mostly naked is a distraction that I don't need.

I call bullshit on her body language being easy to read. It's not simple at all. It's damn frustrating. It's also frustrating how she brushes up against me, distracting me so she can grab a slice of pizza.

Grumbling I take my own slice and take a bite.

"That's like saying that reading books is easy. It is. If you've been doing it your whole life."

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onewhoisall

She can feel the frustration in his body, the tension that seems to ache in him and she leaned back against his body. Her lips tugging softly at the corner as he reached for a slice of pizza. Pressing back against him, she soaked up the warmth radiating off his body and rocked back against him slightly as she nibbled on the edge of her pizza.

"I could make it more obvious if you like," Cass murmured, smiling at his grumbling.

From:

badtotheclone

Apparently I'm some sort of lounge chair or something for her now, I'm not sure. She's just... laying against me as she eats her pizza, moving against me. I'm now convinced that she got me out of that alley just to mess with me or something.

Determined not to let her get to me, I take a bite of pizza and try to focus on the taste of my first real food in a long time, rather than what she feels like pressed up against me.

"Obvious would definitely help," I say around the food. "Because right now you're just confusing me."

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onewhoisall

Cass finished the mouthful of food, delicately wiping her mouth with her fingers before she turned. Placing her foot between his legs, she slid her leg against his before leaning up onto her tiptoes. Brushing a hand against his jaw, head tilted as she scrunched her nose up in consideration.

"Obvious?" Cass asked making a soft noise before she leaned up to brush a softer kiss against his lips.