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Disclamer: Oh, damn, I don't own Sweep! Otherwise we wouldn't be STUPIDLY ending at FULL CIRCLE and there would be LOTS OF BUNNY and perhaps some hammering it out, if you asked real nicely.
Hey, I'm back and almost sober!!!!!! (Almost.) Shocking, isn't it? *Hides the wine cooler behind her back*. Annnnnywaaay. What do we have here? (another chapter!) This is one you guys asked for. That scene is spellbound with Hunter all sexy and shirtless and the Woodbane athames, and him all sexy and shirtless......hmmm, what else? Oh! Hunter all sexy and shirtless! Crap. I already said that. But come on, it's HUNTER SEXY AND SHIRTLESS.
Enough said, here's the chapter*******
"I'd better get cleaned up," I said finally, standing up and stretching my arm. It sent a jolt of pain through me, and I winced. If this was Cal's work, he was going to sincerly regret it.
I headed up to our bathroom, aware of Morgan behind me. I flicked on the bathroom light, and the flouresant glow gleamed against the black and white tiles. I started searching through the bathroom cabinent for first aid materials. I tried not to move my waist and stomach too much. Everything hurt.
She sat on the edge of the tub. "I have something to tell you," she announced cryptically.
I turned and looked into her serious face. "That sounds ominous." Then I stripped off my torn, bloody sweater. I felt a rush of cold air against my exposed chest.
That's when I became aware of Morgan's eyes on me. I watched her dark gaze trace from my shoulders down my chest, to the top of my jeans, then to my bloody side. Finally, her eyes pulled up to my face. I felt the tiniest prickle of self consciousness, wondering if she was comparing me to Cal.
I handed her the washcloth I was holding and held my arm away from my scratched side. She stood up and began to wash away the dirt and blood. My skin warmed deliciously when her fingers touched me. I turned as she ran the washcloth across my back, which didn't hurt quite so much.
"Do you have a Woodbane athame?" she asked suddenly. "The birthmark." She knew, of course, that I was half-Woodbane.
"I do, actually. Do you?"
"Yes," she said, leaning to grab the antibiotic ointment from the counter.
Of course, an idea I probably shouldn't have been thinking ran through my mind at those words. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said, grinning slyly. I had no idea where hers was, but I certainly had entertained thoughts of where it could be as I watched her.
She didn't move, or say a word. Her eyes kept towards the floor.
"Don't you want to know where mine is?" I teased her. I watched her face begin to turn pink. First her neck, the tips of her ears, then her cheeks, all slowly turning scarlet. I wanted to know where hers was, but I wasn't sure she could speak. I leaned closer to her, brushing her hair over her shoulder and tracing her jawline. Her eyes locked on mine. Tell me, tell me, I thought. Or better yet, show me.
"No," she said absently. I leaned even closer, putting my mouth close to hers.
"I want to know where yours is," I said sincerly, looking into her eyes.
She blushed furiously. "Uh," she said, trying to focus. I was enjoying this. Her body was close to mine, and I could feel her warmth on my chest. I could almost feel the heat, her cheeks wer flushed so heavily. The backs of my fingers moved along her cheek.
"Cal called me tonight," she said suddenly.
Well, that certainly ruined the mood. "*What*?" I said loudly.
"On my way over he. He sent me a witch message. I heard it in my head."
I stared at her, trying to figure out just what she pulling over me. Obviously something. "Why didn't you tell me right away?"
She said nothing, just stared back at me, and I realized how utterly stupid that question was.
"Right. I'm sorry. Well, what did he say? Could you tell where he was? Do you know where he is? Tell me everything," I said, focusing.
"There's nothing much to say," she explained to me, "I was driving here, and suddenly I heard Cal say 'Morgan'. That's all. I was totally freaked and sent my senses out to find him but didn't feel him anywhere. I mean, I didn't feel a thing. And that was all he said."
Suddenly, I was suspicious. What if she was protecting the idiot?
My hands grasped her shoulders. "Do you know where he is? Tell me the truth."
"What do you mean? I *am* telling you the truth!" she said, staring at me in shock. "I don't know where he is."
"Cal! That bastard," I said angrily, letting go of Morgan, and feeling my nails digging hard into my palms. I felt the heat of my anger rise in my chest. He shouldn't have come back. I'd make him sorry if he came back. "Are you sure he didn't say anything else?"
"I'm positive." Only fools are positive, I thought, knowing I was being childishly unfair. "I already told you," she said, glaring at me. "Why are you treating me like a criminal? I didn't do anything wrong."
Falling in love with Cal was doing something wrong in my opinion, but I bit my tongue.
Another idea occured to me. "Did you feel at all different? Is there a period of time you don't remember? Anything that feels confusing or odd?"
Morgan caught on. "Wouldn't I know if he'd put a spell on me?"
"No," I said in disgust. "He's a piss-poor witch, but he knows more than you do." I looked deeply into her eyes, trying to find some evidence of a spell. All I saw were the sparks of anger she was shooting at me. Frustrated and just plain pissed off, I turned away.
I thought of Morgan and Cal together. Cal sweet talking her. I thought of them kissing, of Cal touching her, and I wanted to smash something. I thought of her tears after he nearly *murdered* her. Clearly she'd been completely in love with him. Probably still was. So, that's what was going on. Morgan wasn't telling me anything because she wanted to protect the bastard from the big bad Seeker.
I turned back to her, furious. "You're not holding anything back from me, are you? You're not feeling some idiotic urge to protect him because he's such a bloody stud and you still want him even after he tried to kill you?"
Her jaw went slack, her eyes wide, and I saw a blur of movement, but paid no mind. I was on fire with rage.
"Goddess, that bastard! If he's here, if I find him..." My voice trailed off, and I didn't want to finish the sentence in front of her.
"Hey, are you lot almost done in there?" I heard Sky call.
"Yes," said Morgan quickly, relieved to have an excuse to get away.
But I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, wondering whether I should be angry, hurt, or sorry.
***********Well, that's the HSS (hunter sexy and shirtless) chapter. God, he was pissed! Well, we love The Bunny anyway. *glares around* DON'T WE?
Anyway, click that lil' ol' review button and give poor sober Kali some LIQUOR!!!! And tell me what to do next, please.
Thankies, spankies!!!*******
Disclamer: Oh, damn, I don't own Sweep! Otherwise we wouldn't be STUPIDLY ending at FULL CIRCLE and there would be LOTS OF BUNNY and perhaps some hammering it out, if you asked real nicely.
Hey, I'm back and almost sober!!!!!! (Almost.) Shocking, isn't it? *Hides the wine cooler behind her back*. Annnnnywaaay. What do we have here? (another chapter!) This is one you guys asked for. That scene is spellbound with Hunter all sexy and shirtless and the Woodbane athames, and him all sexy and shirtless......hmmm, what else? Oh! Hunter all sexy and shirtless! Crap. I already said that. But come on, it's HUNTER SEXY AND SHIRTLESS.
Enough said, here's the chapter*******
"I'd better get cleaned up," I said finally, standing up and stretching my arm. It sent a jolt of pain through me, and I winced. If this was Cal's work, he was going to sincerly regret it.
I headed up to our bathroom, aware of Morgan behind me. I flicked on the bathroom light, and the flouresant glow gleamed against the black and white tiles. I started searching through the bathroom cabinent for first aid materials. I tried not to move my waist and stomach too much. Everything hurt.
She sat on the edge of the tub. "I have something to tell you," she announced cryptically.
I turned and looked into her serious face. "That sounds ominous." Then I stripped off my torn, bloody sweater. I felt a rush of cold air against my exposed chest.
That's when I became aware of Morgan's eyes on me. I watched her dark gaze trace from my shoulders down my chest, to the top of my jeans, then to my bloody side. Finally, her eyes pulled up to my face. I felt the tiniest prickle of self consciousness, wondering if she was comparing me to Cal.
I handed her the washcloth I was holding and held my arm away from my scratched side. She stood up and began to wash away the dirt and blood. My skin warmed deliciously when her fingers touched me. I turned as she ran the washcloth across my back, which didn't hurt quite so much.
"Do you have a Woodbane athame?" she asked suddenly. "The birthmark." She knew, of course, that I was half-Woodbane.
"I do, actually. Do you?"
"Yes," she said, leaning to grab the antibiotic ointment from the counter.
Of course, an idea I probably shouldn't have been thinking ran through my mind at those words. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said, grinning slyly. I had no idea where hers was, but I certainly had entertained thoughts of where it could be as I watched her.
She didn't move, or say a word. Her eyes kept towards the floor.
"Don't you want to know where mine is?" I teased her. I watched her face begin to turn pink. First her neck, the tips of her ears, then her cheeks, all slowly turning scarlet. I wanted to know where hers was, but I wasn't sure she could speak. I leaned closer to her, brushing her hair over her shoulder and tracing her jawline. Her eyes locked on mine. Tell me, tell me, I thought. Or better yet, show me.
"No," she said absently. I leaned even closer, putting my mouth close to hers.
"I want to know where yours is," I said sincerly, looking into her eyes.
She blushed furiously. "Uh," she said, trying to focus. I was enjoying this. Her body was close to mine, and I could feel her warmth on my chest. I could almost feel the heat, her cheeks wer flushed so heavily. The backs of my fingers moved along her cheek.
"Cal called me tonight," she said suddenly.
Well, that certainly ruined the mood. "*What*?" I said loudly.
"On my way over he. He sent me a witch message. I heard it in my head."
I stared at her, trying to figure out just what she pulling over me. Obviously something. "Why didn't you tell me right away?"
She said nothing, just stared back at me, and I realized how utterly stupid that question was.
"Right. I'm sorry. Well, what did he say? Could you tell where he was? Do you know where he is? Tell me everything," I said, focusing.
"There's nothing much to say," she explained to me, "I was driving here, and suddenly I heard Cal say 'Morgan'. That's all. I was totally freaked and sent my senses out to find him but didn't feel him anywhere. I mean, I didn't feel a thing. And that was all he said."
Suddenly, I was suspicious. What if she was protecting the idiot?
My hands grasped her shoulders. "Do you know where he is? Tell me the truth."
"What do you mean? I *am* telling you the truth!" she said, staring at me in shock. "I don't know where he is."
"Cal! That bastard," I said angrily, letting go of Morgan, and feeling my nails digging hard into my palms. I felt the heat of my anger rise in my chest. He shouldn't have come back. I'd make him sorry if he came back. "Are you sure he didn't say anything else?"
"I'm positive." Only fools are positive, I thought, knowing I was being childishly unfair. "I already told you," she said, glaring at me. "Why are you treating me like a criminal? I didn't do anything wrong."
Falling in love with Cal was doing something wrong in my opinion, but I bit my tongue.
Another idea occured to me. "Did you feel at all different? Is there a period of time you don't remember? Anything that feels confusing or odd?"
Morgan caught on. "Wouldn't I know if he'd put a spell on me?"
"No," I said in disgust. "He's a piss-poor witch, but he knows more than you do." I looked deeply into her eyes, trying to find some evidence of a spell. All I saw were the sparks of anger she was shooting at me. Frustrated and just plain pissed off, I turned away.
I thought of Morgan and Cal together. Cal sweet talking her. I thought of them kissing, of Cal touching her, and I wanted to smash something. I thought of her tears after he nearly *murdered* her. Clearly she'd been completely in love with him. Probably still was. So, that's what was going on. Morgan wasn't telling me anything because she wanted to protect the bastard from the big bad Seeker.
I turned back to her, furious. "You're not holding anything back from me, are you? You're not feeling some idiotic urge to protect him because he's such a bloody stud and you still want him even after he tried to kill you?"
Her jaw went slack, her eyes wide, and I saw a blur of movement, but paid no mind. I was on fire with rage.
"Goddess, that bastard! If he's here, if I find him..." My voice trailed off, and I didn't want to finish the sentence in front of her.
"Hey, are you lot almost done in there?" I heard Sky call.
"Yes," said Morgan quickly, relieved to have an excuse to get away.
But I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, wondering whether I should be angry, hurt, or sorry.
***********Well, that's the HSS (hunter sexy and shirtless) chapter. God, he was pissed! Well, we love The Bunny anyway. *glares around* DON'T WE?
Anyway, click that lil' ol' review button and give poor sober Kali some LIQUOR!!!! And tell me what to do next, please.
Thankies, spankies!!!*******